Blackfeather Woods don't you know

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It seemed as if each and every time he left his father’s side, something interesting—or insanely irritating—would happen. While he knew there were times in which he should have stuck around, if only to better his knowledge of the pack, he hadn’t been able to. Though dark in nature, the other beings of the woods had a knack for capturing his attention. It was strange, at first, but day by day he was growing used to it. There were many things he was growing used to, actually. The smell of the swamp, navigating through the forest… even going a night with little sleep, but that had made him a bit grumpy and would most likely not be happening again anytime soon. Then again, perhaps it would, if only to find and speak with Nemesis. He’d taken to tolerating the woman a great deal, and even gifted her with the title of ‘acquaintance’—not that he ever actually told her that. Someday he might, but for the time being, he was content with her not knowing his thoughts.
 
With mischievous plots running through his mind, Xan made his way through the woods, eventually finding himself on a foreign path. He’d yet to explore the entirety of Blackfeather, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise that he’d finally found himself walking along a span of earth he’d never seen before. He might not have recognized the space, but that did not deter the whelp. When he caught a new scent, his pace slow and his eyes scanned his surroundings once more. He knew the smell belonged to a wolf, but it was one he could not recall having ever met. Moving in the direction it was coming from, he kept his eyes glued to the space in front of him until the form of another could be seen. The first thing he noticed was the other male’s eyes, curiously mismatched, but not in the same way as his own. “Who’re you?” Alexander demanded, bringing himself to a standstill a short distance away.