Bearclaw Valley greensprout

The status as a warrior was claimed, a remark at which Xan nearly smirked. He could not picture the male, as scrawny as he currently was, as being of any use to him in battle, lest he was tossed to the wolves as a mere distraction. His gaze slid towards his wife, searching her expression for her reaction to the comment, but finding that the way she looked at the stranger did not match him—this was a curious development, and he wondered for what reason she might have to not be as skeptical as the albino was. Was it the outsider’s lack of hostility, his standings making him anything but a threat? This he could not figure out, nor did he take the time to actually ask, turning his attention back to Issun instead.

“Are you used to travelling far distances?” he asked, deciding to focus on his role as a scout, rather than as a warrior; although Xan could not think of any reasons for why the pack might need a scout around, he didn’t cast the trade aside entirely.