Stone Circle there's a beautiful sadness that runs through him

"well if you like them then what's making you so uncertain?"

Clay frowned into the stone at that. Of course she would say such a thing. Of course it was an easy question with an easy point to her. Of course.

Of course.

He fought the urge to fire back, to fall into her previous statement of lashing out and being angry. Of returning to his sour attitude. He just huffed, falling silent once more with his face planted into the cold stone and tail flicking angerly as the fur rose upon his spine.

Valour. Valour. Valour. Male. Improper. Male. Handsome. Male. Improper. IMPROPER.

Words overwhelmed him, thoughts and feelings so immense that in an effort to quell them he bit his lip to taste iron on his tongue before screwing his eyes shut and throwing back his head to wail "THEYRE A MALE!"

Never before had clay thought he would say those words aloud. To anyone. Not even himself. "He's a he-wolf. A handsome, stupid, utterly dense and moronic muscular boy!" The boy raised, too hot blooded to think straight and sit still. He paced; back forth, back forth, back forth. "oh no. Oh no no no no. What would my parents think? What would he think? What would everyone think? It's improper. Unnatural. Disgusting and wrong." He was babbling now, looking over at polaris with wide eyes and face a mess with a wrinkled snout.