Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

Xan was lost, momentarily, on what he should do. The look he'd been given was one he wasn't yet ready to challenge, which gave him nothing to do but sit and watch. When he glanced over at his sister, he noticed something was off, and his ears perked up in interest. There was something not quite right with the way she was behaving, but what had caused such a thing was unknown to him. He wanted to ask her, to learn of what was going on, but she'd run off before he could. That only confused him further, and made him think about following after her. There he was, finally having a moment that could be described as the way an older brother was suppose to act, but his attention was pulled away from such thoughts as he witnessed another wolf head towards the den. Still, he considered going in to find and comfort his sister.

Ready to follow after and track the saddened girl down, Xan turned towards the den. He'd been about to take his first steps towards the place, but was, once again, stopped by something. It was not the sight of another that stopped him this time, but the feel of teeth touching his body. It wasn't quite a bite yet, but was definitely rougher than the previous nip he'd been given. It was enough to cause a sharp yelp to leave his maw, and out of instinct, his body turned to try and snap back at whatever had caused him pain. His little jaws closed around nothing but air, though, and he immediately started looking over the place he'd been nipped at. The thick liquid that had fallen from Desna's muzzle did not coat his pale fur, which allowed for him to release the breathe he'd been unconsciously holding. Looking up at the culprit, his gaze narrowed as she spoke.

He disagreed wholeheartedly with what his mother was saying. There was no way the chubby girl was related to him, he just wouldn't believe it. As stubborn as he was, he wouldn't change his mind simply because his mother had told him something different from what he thought. "She is not," he huffed, though his voice had softened to just above a whisper. The whole ordeal had made Xan rather upset, but he wasn't about to give up just yet. The nip had hurt, and the stinging pain had lingered for awhile after the teeth had left his body, but he still didn't want to give up. Even as Scarlett left him, heading away to check on the daughter she'd brought to tears, Alexander remained where he was, though he'd taken a seat instead of standing. Now and again, he'd glance towards the den, before finally deciding to get closer to it. He moved close enough to peek inside, but didn't dare go in after his mother had. He had to force himself not to, though, as the nagging 'protective brother' instincts had finally started to kick in. Definitely took them long enough, but being late was better than it never happening.