Wapun Meadow I of the storm

Surprisingly, Clay was not shoved off. Nor was he bit and tossed. No. He instead felt the warm embrace of Valour, who had brought his paws around him and his head to rest upon his crown. It felt... Nice. Warm. It gave him a chance to breath, to let out the breath he was holding shakily.

Scary? "I'm sorry," he apologized once more, his voice muffled by the thick fur of Valour's throat. At least scary was better than looking like a girl, he thought. West had mistaken him for one upon his arrival back home and the boy still hadn't recovered from the awkward experience.

Speaking of awkward—the playful growl out of his friends throat had Clay's tail wagging rapidly along with a deep seated warmth pooling in his gut. He didn't really understand it, but was quite aware of his reaction towards such a thing and sought to reposition himself away. "Yeah?" he questioned, ears turning.

He could hear the boys heart beating rapidly within his chest, much like his own often did. The wording of his friend was awkward though, almost as if he meant it in another way. Did he want to Clay to come back with him? So they could be together as friends? Clay was puzzled. He didn't want to go back to nightwalkers. But... "We can still friends, you can come here. You can live in Easthollow with me?" He offered, hoping that Valour would say yes.