Flycatcher Downs sweet little baby in a world full of pain

It hadn't really occurred to Clarence that the boy wasn't listening, but he did flinch back when Clay suddenly turned harsh again. His comment truly hadn't been meant to butter him up, but rather to encourage him and make him feel better about himself. But apparently he'd been misread. The boy lowered his head immediately, about to ask the other teen what flirting even was - apparently he'd done that - but the gray wolf cut him off instantly.

Go home, Clarence.

The spotted boy turned away immediately, away from the dead bird that still remained on the ground, and away from the cruel boy. Maybe, if he were lucky, he'd never see either of them again. Chest aching with the rejection and head and tail low, Clarence began off in the direction of Nightwalkers.