Stone Circle Your brother has returned

got permission from monther to skip! :')

He didn't hear the sound of pawsteps, only the heavy base-boosted voice that ripped his attention away from scraps of meat that laid before his paws. Clay contemplated not turning and giving attention to the man with the weird drawling tone— he seemed quite content with continuing his death glare on the meat like it had insulted him. But of course of that wouldn't be polite. Dear old dad had really drilled that into him as a pup.

So reluctantly, Clay gave his attention to the man with one swift look. He had forgotten to drop his glare before doing so, however. And thus this poor chum had to put up with seeing his bitter scowl; ears tipped back and brows furrowed above him large, gemstone like eyes. He continued like that for a few seconds, taking the- gosh, what the hell was this guy? Was he even a wolf with how exaggerated his form was?

Clay was unaware of just who this was. He has assumed it was just another pack member and NOT his brother. They had changed so much from childhood, after all. What used to be a fat, round and dark colored cub was now a fucking boulder cast in browns. But clay, under the impression that this was just some subordinate, looked at the dude silently, and then went back to his telekinesis attack on the carrion.