Fox's Glade feel the fear in my enemies' eyes

He moved forward, anticipation burning in his chest as he pressed on until he faced what he had been looking for. It was just as he came round a plush of bushes that he saw another wolf and he knew instantly that this was what he had been looking for. Not consciously, perhaps, but once he saw Xan, he knew.

He was reminded of the encounter with the blue-nosed wolf in the glade, the thing that had perhaps started all of this. It was his doing, Sheogorath knew, that had broken Cicero so, that had lead him to think Xan had done things the blue-nosed wolf had.

A crooked grin slid across his face, mismatched eyes twinkling as he continued his way, seeking eye contact with the boy as he approached to see how he would respond to this, likely unwanted, memory resurfacing. Had he given this a place and, if not, would he respond in violence or fear?