Haunted Wood the devils of truth steal the souls of the free

It had been less than one day since the lad followed Vengeance back to Nightwalkers, and althought he was happy to no longer be alone, the boy was deathly afraid of everything around him. At every turn he smelled rot, the remnants of blood an fur speckled around and painted into the dirt. It made his skin prickle and fur rise in uneaseness, and Clay, eager to not meet the same fate, shuffled himself away in the depths of the territory.

One being a small outcrop of rocks by a lengthy cavern.

He tucked himself away there, body curled and head low. He wondered what it was for as he gazed downwards, watching silently at the figures below. One of them being a male clad in cobalt fur. He seemed to be eating something, or... no. He was tossing something— throwing it at anothers face.

Clay raised his eyebrows at that, curious as to why they were doing such a thing. His own brother and him had played like that before, tossing various objects at eachother while roughousing. But... these two, well— they didn't look to be playing. He scooted closer to get a better look, tiny head peeking well out from behind the rocks as he stared downwards, cheek fur dangling.

His paws slipped some, sending tumbles of rocks downwards and alerting others of his presence.