Blackfeather Woods Meal Politics

Unhappy Xan, but hey, what's new?

Xan had not participated in the hunt, both due to age and a disinterest in doing so. He knew not how to hunt in a group, consciously, but could not deny that watching everyone in action had awoken something within him. His father, especially, had him hypnotized, as was usual for his family—not that he knew that, of course. His paws had itched to run towards the deer, to assist in the killing of it, but he'd refrained from doing so. A part of him knew he would only get in the way, and he wasn't about to be the object of everyone's scorn for ruining a hunt. So, with a great deal of focus being needed, he remained back near the other two children. There was distance between himself and them, though, for his encounter with the girl had been unpleasant and he'd yet to meet and form an opinion of the boy.

With the deer killed, the young Inuit wished to move forward and eat. A glance from his father kept him in place, however, but he knew not why he could not approach. In the valley, he'd been permitted to eat whenever he'd pleased, so to be told that he couldn't then was rather confusing. His confusion was taken over by a sliver of annoyance soon after, as he witnessed the younger children being welcomed over to the meal. A look over to his father revealed that he was still not supposed to approach, which set a scowl upon his face. His eyes narrowed in on the twins, ears pressed forwards but legs stiff and still in place. It was another occurrence worthy of revenge being dished out, he'd quickly decided.