Stone Circle Your brother has returned

His brother seemed likened to having them hunt together, and though Clay could possibly understand wanting to rebond with his family, his heart still ached with wounds had yet to heal. His stomach, empty as ever, protested and demanded itself to be known with the talk of food, but the prince willed it down with a thought of 'Shut up' before glancing at his brother.

"I don't feel up to it right now," he said firmly. Perhaps West would understand. Hopefully. He had just gotten back home not a quarter sun-raise today. He wanted to sleep. To rest. Not talk. Not hunt.

He looked down at the scrap of carrion his mother had left before fleeing. It would do, it was fine. It was nice. Nicer than what he had been eating for months—he didn't need something fresh. He would happily take it. So thats just what he did, pawing at it to shove it within his arms before licking at the exposed rotting cartilage.

"I... want to retire for tonight. May I leave?" He asked to his kin, his voice still firm despite the fear quelling up within him.