Blackfeather Woods don't you know

Xan was pleased by the elder’s usage of his nickname, then, liking that it sounded far better. His name was not a terrible one, but when he was younger he’d despised how long it was. It had taken more time to get the name out back then, making ‘Xan’ his preferred name. He appreciated knowing that he would not be referred to as ‘Alexander’ by the elder, at least, giving him the chance to envision potentially befriending him. Though he usually disliked strangers, Cicero didn’t seem half bad. Even still, he wasn’t about to follow the older wolf around like some lost puppy. He’d yet to decide if he actually liked the patchwork lupine, or if it was just a sense of appreciation clouding his judgement.
 
The young albino was filled with a new wave of attentiveness as the topic of his sisters progressed. Never had he thought retrieving them would be even remotely possible, since he had no idea where they were, and couldn’t exactly go out into Teekon searching for them. Kove had taken them what felt like worlds away from the valley, and the rest of his family had gone in a direction opposite to them. “Really?” he questioned, unsure if he should believe the elder’s words or not. Having yet to receive a reason to distrust him, Xan thought it to be unlikely that he’d lie. Besides, what would he gain from that? Following that came the query of whether he could fight or not. As much as he wanted to answer with a quick ‘yes’, he couldn’t. “Not exactly,” he responded, speaking honestly instead of with the words he wished to hear himself say. He could lash out and the like, but that was all pretty much just Puppy 101 skills. The actual technique that came with fighting was something he did not yet possess, having yet to really be taught anything.