Blackfeather Woods He hurt him away

Something, someone, was bothering — no, frightening — Xan, to the point where he wanted to leave, to flee from the fear and apprehensiveness he felt. She didn't know what to say, looking at both of her brothers. She didn't know who it would be, or what might have happened. This was sudden, and it was frightening. Winter was coming soon, they needed all the wolves they could.

Her. He was talking about Mother. She realized internally. So he didn't want to leave, but it was required. Needed. She sighed, unsure how to sway him back into their fold. He was distressed, terrified by someone lurking in the Woods; she looked to Damien for his judgement.