Blackfeather Woods To Be Alone

It had felt like they’d been walking for ages. Alexander was all for explorations and adventures, but what they were doing fell into neither of those categories. It was boring work, and not at all interesting. Xan was, without a doubt, bored out of his mind. There were several occasions in which he’d contemplated sneaking off, but the sudden glances he’d received from his father set him right back in line behind him. Like his father, the boy wondered what the other Apaata male was feeling towards the death of their leader, but dare he actually ask. The child himself wasn’t really feeling anything towards it—or at least not anything he could label with a set name. It felt the same as when his mother had left with his sisters in tow, except there was no anger fueling him, just various forms of sorrow that were unknown to him. Despite him having not known the dark priestess for very long, he’d felt a connection to her, especially so since she was family. He didn’t quite understand their relations fully, but he knew they were there, and was saddened by them being torn away from him.

His uncertainty kept his mind occupied, inwardly trying to process what he was feeling, while outwardly he stayed silent and followed after his dad. Even when they stopped, he did not speak up to voice his displeasure towards being dragged along. His mouth remained clamped shut, even when the older wolf turned and began speaking to someone. Meanwhile, Alexander continued to stare off in the same direction he’d been facing since sitting down, little interest in finding out who was there. That is, until a name was mentioned. One name that he’d heard before, and had made an effort to remember—Damien, eldest brother to Cicero and Potema, as well as someone the prior had told him to seek out to improve his battle skills. That one word had the whelp twisting himself about, queer eyes quickly seeking out and looking over the obsidian wolf. For now, he’d decided to remain silent, opting to instead listen in on the exchange between the elders. He would have plenty of time later to bombard with older boy with questions and propositions.