Blackfeather Woods Spooky Scary Skeletons

Eek, he's so annoyed at her I hope that's possible lol

A look of shock quickly morphed onto her face as Xan actually looked hurt by her sharp choice of tone. Not earlier, he had been quite clear that nothing could bother him, nor touch him for he was purely indestructible. She shook her head, reminding herself that he was merely a child, less than half her age. It was different than speaking to an elder, something that she would have to get used to if she was to hang around him more often. Something told her that the child would one day end up in serious trouble if he was left unsupervised in a sticky situation. She couldn't help to worry on his part, his curious and devious nature could prove to be useful or brutal. If Kove was busy enough to not watch his own son while he was off causing trouble, someone had to watch the runt. She would not have a child of all things, hurt or slaughtered in revenge in the pack, who she knew had multiple enemies. Yet, she wouldn't be to hard on Kove's actions. With the absence of his mate, or whatever she was, he was a lone father in charge of the boisterous little man, with the attitude. Her judgments cast aside, she pondered what exactly could the kid have in store, or what devilish little plan he had going on. 

Sighing, her features relaxed, her tense mindset dissolving with the attitude it brang. Her eyes met the child's a look of apology glinted in her cold orbs. "Fine, i'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm not in a very good mood, regretfully" She let out, not even sure herself why she was telling her feelings to the kid in the first place. She didn't tell anyone anything, didn't open up or express any unnecessary emotion. But talking to the boy was different, she didn't need to worry what he would think, who would he tell besides his father who seemed trustworthy enough. But seeing the look on his face after mentioning Kove, her thoughts said otherwise. Were they... okay? She wasn't sure what to think. She was by no means a caretaker or counselor, and her social skill weren't the best but she would tell something was bugging the kid. Perhaps the absence of his mother left a gap in his esteem, behind all that persona was a sad, little boy. Not that she would dare to call him such. The thought of referring to him as such outloud made her want to cringe in itself. 

"What did you want to tell me?" She asked, a more pleasant mood on the table, completely ignoring the previous exchange. The kid almost looked like he was trying to read her emotions, a skill that would prove very difficult for his level of... expertise. It didn't take a genius to guess that he was playing her, whatever trick he had in store, she would be ready. She didn't get  scared, it was as simple as that.