Blackfeather Woods Sink in the river the lessons I learned

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A question was blurted out, but it wasn’t anywhere close to what he’d thought might be said. Alexander had expected something bad, or maybe even some more whining, but it’d turned out to be nothing of the sort. This, too, annoyed the albino. Not because he didn't want to give out his name, but because the earlier silence had made it seem more important than that; not to say that he didn’t believe his name to be important, but he wasn’t so cocky as to believe that nothing of greater importance existed out there.

Once he’d recovered from his initial irritation, he’d decided to answer the younger boy. “Xan,” he’d stated, the fact that he was bothered having slipped into his tone with ease. “Leave, now.” A command was given as a way of dismissing Seff, though the words were way harsher than necessary. They weren’t taken back, though, only supported by the glare in his eyes as he stared the wolf down. There he would continue to remain until the tawny male took his leave, not wanting to risk another attempt at slipping past the yearling being made. Only after his servant’s form was beyond his line of sight would Xan turn around and return to the depths of the cave.