Blackfeather Woods And burn the gloomy world to ashes

Added an ending.

The attack made was a success—or so he’d thought. While he’d managed to sink his little teeth into the man’s paw, doing so had left his entire body open for retaliation. He was made aware of this only when he felt teeth touch the back of his neck, and then heard the sound of the male’s voice after being released. He was told of the mistake he’d made, as well as of the more severe consequences he could be met with if his actions weren’t corrected. His odd eyes found their way to the marred face before him, ears pushed forward as he listened to what there was to be said. In truth, he’d never thought about playing the role of the defender. To charge into things seemed like the best course of action in his young mind, but it was slowly dawning on him that that wasn’t the case. It was perfectly fine to be on offense, but to succeed on such a side demanded that one think before acting, rather than charging directly into battle as the boy had just done. Someday, he would learn the ways of such strategic thinking, but for now his only goal was to show what he was capable of to the elder.

Instructions came fast, hardly allowing the Inuit a chance to breathe before he was told to try something new. A different approach to fighting, if you will. The shaded character was to play the part of the defender, while Xan worked to try and get him. It sounded simple enough, in theory, though the boy was not foolish enough to believe that would actually be the case. He was an arrogant child, far more so than anyone his age should ever be, but he was not an illogical thinker. Still, that would not hold him back. Again, he charged forward, but this time he did not take the same path as before. Though his ghostly form had appeared to be on a set course for the same paw he’d bitten into just moments prior, he veered off to the side at the last second. The sudden change in direction had his ivory coat flowing with the soft breeze, almost giving the impression of a wisp that had strayed from the grotto. It was an illusion, for now, as his legs were still too short to have him moving at such a rapid pace.

Alexander was quick to, once again, whip his little frame around and run towards the male once more. This time, though, his goal was to approach from the back and get ahold of one of his hind legs. If he did so correctly, a counterattack would not be an easy one, since the need to turn around would slow his target down. One slip up with his movements, however, and he’d end up right in the open and easily accessible for another nip. It depending on how the elder would react, in all honesty. His movements in response to the child’s could either seal the plan the boy had devised, or it could rip it to pieces. For obvious reasons, of course, Xan hoped the prior outcome would belong to him.

The rest of his "lesson" with the older wolf continued in the same manner, consisting of Xan experimenting with various methods he suspected might work. It was not an easy task for him, his size in comparison to the other posing a hindrance, but never did he give up. He kept at it until his muscles were sore, then decided that that had been enough. He'd departed the scene with a new outlook on his way of fighting, knowing he had a long way to go before he could honestly refer to himself as being the best. Such a goal would be accomplished someday, he was certain of it, but for the time being he just wanted to rest at home with his father.