Haunted Wood I want the glitter on me

He would not look back.

The expression on Clay's face struck him, it made him want to put up a fight and stick with his friend. He glanced up to Vengeance to see him glaring down at him with blatant dissatisfaction. It burned him inside, that here he was, lowering himself to his place but showing he was going to fight to be recognized and he had done something wrong again. He held his Mentor's gaze for a long moment before his ears flattened and he lowered his gaze focusing ahead and spotting the herd. 


He paused beside Vanity and beside Vengeance ears perked and listening to the instructions as he calmed his breathing. He wanted to go at it, to show that he could do it, but the last time he had almost gotten badly hurt and the entire pack had regarded him poorly. This time he would do it differently, slower. He looked to Vanity and nodded stepping forward beside her and looking to her double checking to make sure it was time to go into motion.