Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Xan had watched with a mixture of both interest and disgust when the girl had been awoken, shuffling away from him while peeing on herself in the process. Her flailing limbs had resulted in his forelimbs being splashed, a few stray droplets having even touched the lowest section of his chest. His need to be clean was something that he'd never quite grown out of, and so a growl had started to build within the back of his throat. Not only had the girl inserted herself into his family, but then she'd gone and indirectly peed on him? For the boy, it was an infuriating series of events. Before the sound had become clearly audible, though, he'd been forced to swallow it down by the appearance of another.

Something along the lines of a sharp tch! had escaped the boy's mouth at the other's words, a slow shake of his head following after. "She can clean herself, or she can sit there and soak in it until Nemesis or my dad find her," was his reply. "I'm not doing it." Letting her sit in her own filth would not lead to an immediate death, and so he was unmotivated to step in and help. As long as the child wasn't physically hurt under his watch, he'd not fall out of good graces with his parents.