Blackfeather Woods Remember me?

She had toyed with him, or so was the way he'd seen it. Visiting, but only to deliver a message, and then humouring him by questioning if his intentions were true or not. "I want my sisters back," he'd muttered, somewhat begrudgingly. "You're my sister. Give us whatever message you have to share, and then stay." His expression hadn't softened in the slightest, but there was a silent plea in his gaze. While he'd always been loath to admit it, he could deny their relation no longer. He couldn't keep hiding away what he truly wanted, he needed someone to understand. Xan had wanted for Desna to be that someone, to be the one to understand what he wanted and to answer his wordless demands. But rather than that, there came news of disaster.

"What do you mean she died?" he questioned, staring at her with a mix of disbelief and other unreadable emotions swimming in his eyes. "She couldn't have died... you're only trying to trick us, right? To show that you'd fit in well here?" He wanted to make excuses for her words, rather than let himself accept the awful truth. His mother was dead. She had died at the claws of a cougar. She had, in his mind, died with the belief that he hated everything about her.