Moonspear [Trespassing] Faded to grey

Sounds. Paw-steps. A feminine voice roughed with age giving a command, soon after followed by a gruff one. More scents. More sounds.

Clay furled himself tighter into his brother despite the words spoken to him, despite being addressed, despite being in front of the alpha pair. It was confusing— the noise. The sounds. Where was he? Who was here? He didn't want to leave the warmth that bloomed between Merrit and his body, so warm and loving. It was a fire eating him alive, and he was content to burn in it as it was the only thing that was keeping him sane.

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such an embrace. Such love.

He burrowed deeper into that long navy fur, his muzzle sliding against his brother's breast as he sobbed and tried to swallow down the tears that kept flowing. He couldn't handle the onslaught on information thrown at him this way and that, of others talking to him. At him. It confused him, picked at his brain in a way he could only describe as an itch.

It was then that he pulled his lips back and let out a loud snarl from deep within his brothers fur, loud enough for all to hear and pick up on his displeasure. Kill

Kill.

It was the only word that made its way through his thick skull, and with lightening on his heals the young boy squirmed out from under his brother, shoving him aside and detaching himself from the much needed warmth in desperation of scrambling to his feet where he could now look at the crowd gathered around them. Around him. He felt a shiver run up his spine once again as he laid eyes on the woman he could only assume was the leader.

"I need to go—I need to go." Was the only answer he gave, albeit in a shaken tone, before attempting to turn and bolt in the direction of where he came, which sadly ended with him barrel rolling into Dirge.