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The new, unfamiliar scents that could be found around the territory had told him that they were growing, but he’d yet to officially meet any of the newer members. If anything, one might say that he’d been intentionally avoiding them. While that might have been the case, he’d never admit to it, mostly because it didn’t seem to be that important. Xan wasn’t one to run blindly after social interactions, and had been turned into something along the lines of distrustful since having been attacked. Unless it was clear that he could easily overpower a stranger in a struggle, he was wary of them. Having not seen any of the newer recruits, he knew not how they looked or what could be expected from them, and so avoiding one-on-one interactions had been his best bet.

When Sriracha had called for the lot of them, he’d been hesitant at first, but had eventually given in. He wouldn’t be alone with strangers, he’d be in a controlled environment, watched over by someone that he was slowly, but surely, beginning to trust. Still, once Xan had arrived he’d not approached the unknown duo, having instead chosen to situate himself just close enough so as not to raise any eyebrows. His gaze flickered over to the pair every now and again, but he’d offered neither his name or even a greeting, focusing primarily on the masked male—or at least he was trying to.