Blackfoot Forest And continued to run recklessly

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Hunting we not a strong suit of his, he’d realized. When he was younger, it was an easy task. He’d chase after the voles and then pounce upon their frail bodies as if he were a feline, ending their lives in an instant. It felt as if ages had passed since he’d last did that, and the truth of the matter had, unsurprisingly, become apparent to him—pouncing on a vole and killing it by accident was nowhere near the same as actually hunting something down. It had discouraged him significantly at first, knowing there was little chance he would succeed. However, the second he would hear a high-pitched yip taunting him from the shadows, he’d be revived by a whole new sense of determination. Once upon a time, a fox had attempted to attack him, and though Xan had been the instigator at the time, he still viewed it as an act worthy of revenge on his part. He doubted the very same fox would have travelled so far away, but who was to say that those within the forest weren’t related to his enemy in some way? Such thoughts inspired actions to be taken, and blood to be spilt.

Fueled by a need to balance out the scale between him and the foxes, as well as a desire to prove himself to be a valuable member of the pack, the albino made his way through the woods with his head down and ears erect. Having not expected to run into anyone else during his self-given mission, the appearance of another individual caught him off guard. Of course, being Xan, the only logical way to respond was by raising his hackles and letting a growl resonate from his throat. His age could easily be noted by his appearance alone, potentially lessening whatever threatening display he’d attempted to put on. Though his quest was still fresh in his mind, he’d yet to piece things together and realize that he could acquire assistance from the female. That instead of trying to act all high and mighty, he could take advantage of her presence—and possible experience—in order to assure he’d leave with at least one fox.

When his growling had finally died away, it was not due to his being struck with a brilliant realization, but by a distant memory. The first trip he’d ever taken to the borders of his birth pack, where he’d seen an outsider for the very first time. It was that male who’d made his interest in the outside world so overwhelming that the boy hadn’t been able to wait for the day he could explore it. For that very reason, he straightened himself out as he stared the stranger down, queer eyes roaming over every inch of her that was visible. The gesture wasn’t recognized as being rude in his mind, thus he made no effort to hide his visual exploration of her body. “Where’d you come from?” As the question left his tongue, his gaze found its way to her own, mildly curious of the girl. Perhaps he might even ask her to assist him, if he felt her worthy enough to remain in his presence.