Blackfeather Woods My owner and my prey

Perhaps it was the girl's father, or maybe just the circumstances of their meetings, but the boy often found himself unable to stand her presence. He frowned at her words, viewing it as a shot at his pride. Startled in the dark? Tch, yeah right. "I'll go wherever I want," he returned, his glare unwavering. "And I'm not scared of the dark. You came out of nowhere, I reacted how anyone else would." Didn't matter how big and bad someone might be, the second something popped out at them out of the blue, they were bound to jump even if it was only slightly. It was a normal reaction, natural even, and Xan wasn't about to be written off as fearing the dark because of it.

She questioned his statement, the tone alone irritating him. "Because I'm older and I said so," he answered, not feeling the need to give an actual explanation. He'd said not to use it anymore, so wasn't that enough? The girl did not move away, though, causing his frown to deepen and gaze to narrow even further. Not ready to let her ruin the plans he'd already made for himself, the Inuit pushed past her, caring not how rough his action might have been. He had wanted to explore the tunnels, and he was going to explore them—even if he only went a short ways in.