Blackfeather Woods Log Date 7 15 2

The displeasure felt seemed to be mutual, that much had been deducted with ease after having taken a single glance at the other male's face. Xan's own expression had morphed even further, stopping only after a scowl had fulfilled the previous place of his frown. His question was not answered, only shot back at him. He didn't appreciate that at all, of course, as as shown by a distinct twitch of his muzzle—he'd not yet bared his incisors at the other, but he was dreadfully close. "I asked first, so you answer first," he'd stated. It was the only logical thing to do, in his mind, and also meant he'd be more in control of the conversation.

"Like what, huh? Harass Kendra? I doubt she'd want to hang around with you." Of course, Alexander had completely forgotten about Pietro's existence, for he didn't know a single thing about the other boy. He couldn't even recall a time in which he'd properly met him, thereby preventing him from ever being curious of the younger male. With the female twin, however, things were different. He had spoken to her before, and therefore was interested; not that he'd ever admit to such a thing.