Blackfeather Woods Deep deeper we go

Xan had stayed true to his claim, sleeping in one of the entrances to the tunnels each and every night since it'd been made. He had been serious when he'd marked it as his own, finding it to be a suitable den for himself. After all, he would be joining the adult ranks soon, which meant he shouldn't be sharing a space with his father any longer. While he still sought the elder out regularly, asking him questions and acquiring his opinion on things, he did not spend every passing second with him. The boy was his own wolf, he believed, and felt himself more than ready to take on the world alone. In his mind, his decision to spend his nights by himself had proven as much, though in truth all that had managed to display was his lack of socialization skills. No matter, such was a thought that had never crossed his mind.

Presently, the young Inuit was standing just within the entrance, having risen moments prior from a nap. He'd remained there, stretching out his limbs and waking his muscles, before shaking his coat free of debris and making his way into the tunnels. Seeing as he now lived so near to them, he believed he should learn as much about them as he could—to the point where he could traverse them with his eyes closed, if such a feat could even be achieved. Whether it could truly be or not, he was uncertain, and that uncertainty only further drove him to try. Thus, it was with careful steps and his senses on high alert that he maneuvered through the winding tunnels, carrying himself deeper and deeper with each passing minute.

Ehe, maybe @Burke? Since they've yet to have a good encounter lmao