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No words were offered in exchange for his defense, only the ever growing tension between them. A part of him wished to be back in the woods—before the incident—when he was protected by his father and whatever had been seen in him by the late queen. But he was not within Blackfeather, nor could he return. Instead, he was far from the only home he had ever known and faced by an obstacle. Xan wanted more than anything to stand his ground, to refuse to back down and instead lash out, but he knew he couldn’t. Kendra—the only reason he had yet to up and leave—popped into his head, her face serving as a reminder for how he was expected to act; if he attacked then, he was sure to be cast out, and then he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. The need to stay with her, to watch over his friend and keep her safe, prevented him from acting recklessly—for the moment, anyways.

Averting his gaze, Alexander tried to smooth out his fur, but was only partially successful; it lingered somewhere between raised and flat, appearing similar to how it often was after being messed by the wind. His head was lowered and his muzzle turned away, whilst his tail hung slack against his thighs. It bothered him, to hold himself as he presently was, but he held still with the thought of Kendra and what he stood to lose fresh in his mind.

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