Blackfeather Woods A Corpse in My Bed

It's fine~

The confirmation of the creature’s name had him fending off a faint smirk, both amazed and displeased by the younger’s actions. It was impressive that he’d remembered the tales told to him, and even more so that he’d been able to warp them into something of his own. Of course, it still wasn’t good that he’d played such a trick upon Nemesis. He felt somewhat responsible, but not enough that he’d actually admit to having placed the ideas within the child’s mind. In the end, Xan had been the one who’d chosen to go on with the story, and that was something the single father had held no control over. So, rather than speaking up, he just gave a nod of his head to show he’d heard her answer, and acknowledged it.

“As long as you say it’s fine, then I guess it is,” he voiced, offering a shrug of his own shoulders as well. No use getting worked up over something that didn’t leave permanent scars—metaphorically speaking, that is. He smiled, slightly, at the next words shared, appreciating some positive words being directed towards the young albino. He was a wild child, that was undeniable, but at times it grew irritating hearing nothing but scorn and complaints in response to his son’s actions. “He certainly will,” Kove agreed, already able to see the day in which the Inuit would earn the trade. “If he did good enough to spook you, a wolf of Blackfeather, I’m sure he will be able to scare all others with words alone.” There was a joking tone in his voice, which had become more prominent at the mention of his frightening her. Even though there was more to the story of why she’d been spooked, he couldn’t help but lightly tease her over it now.

As his gaze found its way to her face once more, he noticed that it seemed as if she had something more to say. What it was, he didn’t know, but was mildly curious. “Anything on your mind?” he asked, leaving room for her to wave the question off if she wasn’t up to answering. They were pack mates, yes, but they didn’t know one another enough to be anything more—not friends, just acquaintances who happened to share the same home. It was because of that that he understood why she might not be eager to share her thoughts with him, but that didn’t keep him from at least asking.