Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Had Damien realized how much he and Alexander were alike he would have probably tried to teach him the things Burke had once told him. That old guy, no matter his current status, had helped Damien overcome many obstacles in his adolescence, and Xan was going through things so similar that it was uncanny. But Damien did not see himself reflected in Xan, no. All he saw was insubordination, and that was the one thing he did not know how to tolerate, even less now that he was the master of Blackfeather Woods.

His throbbing head made it hard to think, the rough landing had made everything different. But he managed to understand what the pale boy spoke as he curled his tail between his thighs. It was hard to believe that Cicero had been the one to strike first, and there was little trust in Damien for the boy's words.

A loud bark was issued, a request for @Cicero to come and speak his own version before Damien moved on to the sentence. For the looks of it, Xan was against to face dire consequences for his actions, and if he had the smallest fraction of his father's intelligence he would learn this time that his place was beneath the rest until he made it otherwise.