Blackfeather Woods Hit all the X's

Eep, yes! This has been running for forever now, aha... sorry ^^;;

The boy's master plan had been met with the same results as everything else—nothing. Scratch that, the elder wolf's growl had deepened, so that was something, right? Rather, none of the results that would have left him satisfied had chosen to reveal themselves. It began to dawn on him that there was only one way to successfully get away, but it was something he despised most in the world. It was, without a doubt, the last possible resort; which he'd already met and then passed, like, five moves back. The young Inuit had been more than reluctant to admit defeat, yet now he knew that was the only way to get out of his current situation. From there, he could then flee, taking to hiding and bidding his time until he was able to properly strike.

Xan's ears folded back and his tail lowered to wrap around his backside, head moving down to touch the earth in the process. Every inch of him remained still after that, silent and embarrassed by his own demeanor. It was almost painful, even though the motions themselves were slight, and the situation he'd be loath to ever place himself in again.