Blackfeather Woods Hit all the X's

"skinny chicken legs" I died at that omg

No matter how close the elder got, Xan did not lower himself or change his tone. He kept his legs straight and stiff, ears pushed forward and eyes narrowed. In the whelping den, he'd taken it upon himself to take over the dominant role, and he wasn't about to change himself simply because he'd been relocated. Damien started to speak and then grew even closer, muzzle lingering near the boy's ear. He did not flinch away, even when a growl sounded. Self-preservation was a key component of his life, but his pride currently outweighed all thoughts of reason. The young Inuit's own fur bristled and his tail was held erect, moments away from hanging above his back. His ears folded back and he, too, let out a growl. "If someone is unreasonable or does something I don't like, they need to be corrected," he stated, arrogance never ceasing to leave his voice.

"Agreeing to let you teach me was a mistake," he concluded. "I'm leaving." Xan went to back away from the other, fully intent to start learing things from there on out by himself. Whether his father approved of the other or not no longer mattered to him.