Blackfeather Woods Stay away [M]

Since his run in not only with Cyn, but Damien as well, the boy had been trying to keep his presence on the down low. He'd taken to finding little places to hide away in during the day, and then using the night to fill his stomach and go about whatever else he felt like doing. After a long night of chasing what small mammals he could find, Xan had been pretty beat and, instead of just hiding, decided to use his day to catch up on some lost sleep. Things had been going well, too—at first anyways. Though he'd managed to slip into a deep sleep rather quickly, it'd felt like only seconds later he was jarred awake but something he didn't recognize. It was a scent that spoke to his instincts, but consciously he had no idea what was going on. It was alluring, seeming to force him to his feet and then dragged him in the direction from which it'd come.

Confused but curious, Alexander did not fight the pull. He'd embraced it, keeping a steady pace as he neared whoever owned it. When he found the source, however, he was taken aback. It was a female, another member of the pack, but something seemed... strange. He could recall having seen her once during the pack hunt, but back then she hadn't carried the same scent. It made his paws itch, urging him to move closer to her, but he held back the best he could. Rather, he'd given a low chuff to obtain her attention, and then proceeded to draw closer atop stiff legs. It felt as if he was being controlled by someone other than himself, and wasn't yet sure how he could stop it. Thankfully, he'd managed to force himself to a stop before his coat could brush against her's, and he stood there just staring at her. Confusion swam in his odd gaze, almost as if he was silently asking her what she'd done to him. What type of power did she possess that could have him moving closer to her against his will?