Blackfeather Woods Hit all the X's

Finally, words were spoken, a simple explanation being given. Of course, Xan didn't really see the big deal with his yawning. It was early in the morning, and he wasn't exactly an early riser. Since discovering the lessened amount of strain put on his eyes at night, he'd taken to acting during the darkened times instead of the day. Rather than informing the other of this, however, he'd opted to voice a complaint on a different topic. "My name is Xan, not Alexander," he stated, slightly irritated by the fact that he was still having to remind someone of that. Hadn't he been in the woods long enough for them to know? His father still called him by his full name often, but he felt that was different—it wasn't like he could just demand something of the elder Inuit... could he?

Again, Damien said something, but it bothered the younger male. The idea of dropping whatever he was doing in order to answer the other's call seemed completely unreasonable. So, just to be a smart-ass, he asked, "What if I'm not here? Am I suppose to develop some sort of power so I can hear you when I'm out on a trip?"