Blackfeather Woods Spooky Scary Skeletons

If you think this little bugger is cute, then I believe we will get along well~ (´ヮ`)

 
Xan wasted no time in closing the distance between himself and the elder, wanting nothing more than to go on with his little plan. He was a bit taken aback by her snapping at him, but what started as shock quickly morphed into a show of his own irritation. Who was she to snap at him? He huffed, making it known he didn’t appreciate her tone of voice. “I have a gift for you,” he started, sitting himself down a short ways off in front of her. “But if you’re gonna be like that, maybe I’ll just keep it to myself.” He turned his muzzle upwards, though the change was practically microscopic. Having learned the ways of an actor at a young age in order to acquire what he wanted, the false pout came to his face easier than expected. Even so, it didn’t quite reach his eyes, which continued to allow mischief to swim in their mutated depths.
 
Perhaps he was conscious of his own error, as he kept his head tilted at an angle so as to avoid eye contact. Or, maybe, he was just trying to better his act. Whatever his reason, it worked to his favour. “If you apologize…” And there it was. The next step to his little act. “I’ll give you what I’ve brought.” He believed that saying such things could accomplish the task of gaining her full attention and interest, but he couldn’t yet decide if that’d truly be the case. Giving a discreet glance up at her face, he tried to figure out what she was thinking, but was unable to. Something like that wasn’t an easy task, and far beyond the boy’s current skill level. Averting his gaze once more, he waited to hear what she’d say. The moment of truth, if you will, that would tell him how good of a performance he’d put on, and whether or not he’d succeed in obtaining her curiosity. Silently, he hoped he had accomplished both things. The latter more so than the prior, since he actually did have something for her. Not a “true gift”, as some may call a physical item, but a patchwork fable, created by combining numerous stories and names his father had told him about. A mess if put together incorrectly, but just right if the proper components have been taken from each tale.