Are People Born Wicked?

Xairo held Iskandor's gaze, his tail lashing behind him. The other boy's calm, almost regal demeanor grated on his nerves. Who did this guy think he was, anyway? "Xairo," he said at last, the name coming out as more of a growl. He didn't offer a surname or pack affiliation. Let Iskandor wonder. Xairo hopped down from the log, leaves crunching under his paws as he landed. He began to circle the other boy slowly, green eyes glinting.

"Armada, huh?" Xairo flicked an ear dismissively. "Never heard of it. Must not be that important." It was a lie, of course. Everyone knew of the Armada pack. But Xairo wasn't about to let on that he was impressed.

"Xairo Saxe"