Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

The second there was no longer any extra weight holding him down, the yearling had scrambled up to his feet. For the time being, the dirt coating his pelage was ignored, gaze drifting between the brothers before eventually settling on Damien alone. His sentence was then delivered, and Xan was forced to hold back any remarks that might have been forming within the back of his mind. The fact that he'd been told to stay in a place meant for prisoners was belittling, bothering him far more than it should have. Yet, a verbal complaint was not issued, nor had he nodded. He'd done nothing more than keep still, a look of disbelief having found its way onto his face.

Even after the two had departed, Xan had remained there in place. When he'd eventually moved, however, it was not towards the cave that he'd gone, but the borders instead. A trip away would definitely be better than being confined to Wolfskull, and so he'd not stopped until quite a bit of distance had been placed between himself and the woods. When he might return, the boy didn't know, but it definitely wouldn't be until after he'd had some time to cool off.