Blackfeather Woods This is important.

There came the ultimate confirmation: the heat was in no way, shape, or form related to magic. It was simply the workings of the body, and nothing more. The woman had not put a hex on him, then, but sure as hell hadn't done anything to make him think otherwise. She'd left him to believe that it was magic, that he'd had to serve her in order to earn back control over his own body, but never had that been the case. Always had he been free, and he felt foolish for having thought otherwise. If ever he were to see that female again, he would make her pay for having tricked him, and ensure she never got away with doing so ever again. It did make him wonder, though, if he'd experience the same sort of feeling every time a female went into heat. Would he always be drawn to them? What would they do after seeing him? Such questions were ones that he did not ask aloud, deciding to find the answers to them out by himself later on. All he needed to do was wait for someone to go into heat, and then test some things out so that he might then know for sure exactly what the feeling was, and perhaps even find a way around it. It had to be possible.

Nemesis went on to answer the rest of his questions, and he'd listened closely to each and every word that was spoken. The information would prove useful, and so he was disinterested in missing out on any pieces of it. The part about a hole was especially enticing, making his head tilt slightly and his brows knit together. If everything was supposed to come naturally to him when doing it, did that mean he'd automatically know exactly what to do? Again, he did not voice his query, choosing once more to experiment as time progressed. Xan did nod, however, when told to ask his father more about it, deciding that doing so would make sense. If sex was the cause of puppies, then his dad would have to know something about it. It was a wonder he'd never asked before, though if he would have done so, he knew not currently if ever would he have received any explicit answers. The boy wanted as many details about sex as could be provided for him, thus bringing him to consider asking other adults about it later on. Several perspectives would offer far more insight than just one, after all. "Sounds like a lot of apologizing is involved if you don't get it right on your first try," he'd noted with a frown, having never been the type to favour speaking such words. Never could he think of a time in which he'd truly been at fault, and though cocky by nature, he couldn't yet tell for sure if having sex would be something he'd excel at. Well, at least not on his first try. "Can you become a master at sex?" he'd asked, his train of thought seeming to possess a direct link to his mouth. If one could, then he'd be the one to do it, for sure.

As the answers to his questions were wrapped up, the attention was given back to Kendra. Her questions also interested him, and so he'd listened to the answers they'd received just as attentively as he had his own. At the mention of the penis, however, he'd felt the need to chime in. "This is exactly what a penis is," he'd stated, right before raising one of his hind legs. Xan felt no shame in showing off, nor did he see an issue with doing so. If all males had one, then it was acceptable to show it off, right? Right. He'd been forced to lower his leg several times in order to regain his balance, but was always quick to pull it right back up. It was around the second time that he'd then went on to ask, "So this is where the babies actually come from, then?" Thereafter, he'd lowered his leg back down for good, having grown tired of keeping it up. But of course, if asked to do so, Alexander had no problem with showing himself off again.