Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

When the cries exiting the larger child's maw, Xan grinned wider than ever before. He was almost giddy at her reaction, believing she would have learned her lesson from the experience. "That's what you get," he stated, words laced with a sardonic tone. To him, his sister's actions were justified. Desna had done something she wasnt suppose to do, and so she'd needed to be punished for her actions. The lighter girl had done just that, and he found himself growing proud of her—though the feeling would most likely end up lasting only for the moment, before fading away in a manner that might suggest it never existed at all. "Good job." For practically the first time ever, words of praise fell from the child's mouth, and they were directed towards none other than Nanook. He was truly happy with the course of action his little sister had decided to take, but the realization that his views were not shared was forced upon him soon after.

Without any real warning, he watched as his actual sister was lifted away and then nipped by their mother. That made no sense to him, though. Didn't she understand that Desna was bad? That she was a thief in more ways that one, and needed to be stopped? His unasked questions were soon answered without words, and the answer was not one he liked. As he was lifted away, he squirmed and kicked out his hind legs, making it known that he wanted put down immediately, and did not take kindly to his mother butting into the situation. When he felt her teeth graze over his body, he immediately recognized it as an action meant for correcting someone—an action he believed was not necessary for him. "No," he corrected, looking up at the older albino without any intentions of backing down. Xan thought himself to be in the right, and wasn't about to tolerate being 'corrected' for doing the right thing. "She deserved it," the child repeated, a belittling tone entering his voice when he referred to the dark-furred girl. "Get rid of her." The boy's tone turned almost deathly serious then, making it known how much he currently despised his alleged 'sister'.

When told to eat his food, the child made no move to go anywhere. He stayed standing right where he was, a defiant look in his odd gaze as he stared up at his mother. "She's like Leo," he informed the elder, nodding towards the crying girl. "She doesn't belong." His gaze narrowed into a glare as he stole a glance at Desna, but quickly averted it back to look his mother in the face. The chubby whelp was not worthy of a look lasting any longer than a millisecond, and he was determined to make that known to all those around him. When it came to Alexander and what he believed, he could be as stubborn as a mule, and then his arrogant nature forced him to make sure others knew he was right.