Blackfeather Woods I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

"'Cause I was tired"
was his response, straightforward and delivered without any of the whininess that another child might express. Xan's appearance prompted little from him other to sit a little taller, and his words did not resonate with him the way they out have. Perhaps he ought to take a cue from the malicious nature of the male's words, but it was just the way Xan was, and this seemed no different than the other times Xan had spoken. 

He huffed, saying "I want to be a special wolf. You told me aaagggeeessss ago that I only hadta do stuff for a week till I could be special!" he said, a little poutyness leaking into his words as he did so. He was beginning to doubt that special wolves even existed, or that he could become one. Though the length of a week was...flexible, in Seff's mind, he thought he ought to have been made a special wolf already.