Blackfeather Woods don't you know

Xan didn’t quite know what to do with the idea of his sisters being retrieved. He was upset he couldn’t be of any real help when it came to locating them, but he wouldn’t allow that to show through to his exterior. There were much more important things to focus on, things in the here and now. He gave a quick nod of his head, making an effort to remember the name he’d been given. Damien. Cicero’s brother, the one who he was made to believe excelled in the ways of a warrior. Nothing would stop him from finding the elder wolf when he was given the chance to.
 
Setting the thoughts of the patchwork wolf's mystery brother aside, he focused all of his attention on the other boy. He listened closely to what he was saying, taking the words to heart. Becoming a warrior was something he really wanted to accomplish, so he kept himself quiet. Everything the male was to say was instantly deemed something of great importance, even if it’d yet to leave his mouth. When the first instruction came, Xan listened and then observed, before repeating the motion. He moved his legs out a bit, widening his own stance just as Cicero had done. It was easy enough, he thought, but it was also only the first lesson.