Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

"Right from my mouth?" He gasped. Valour had to be lying, there was no way he would ever let his guard down and do such a ridiculous, let alone childish thing. To swoon was for ladies—she wolves! Not males like himself.

A frown pulls at his face as his tail rises with aggression and confusion. He was embarrassed if what the male said was true. It made his chest tight, his fur on end, and all Clay could hear within the rapid beats of his heart was his mind telling him to either run or snap; to force the boiling anger out of his body in blind aggression. He didn't know why his body chose such a reaction, it just did.

But then Valour leaned closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. It broke Clay out of his rage, and while the anger and heat had subsided a new feeling made itself known. Yet again! Why did weird stuff happen to him when Valour was around!? "No," He said firmly once Valour turned around. "Come back here,"

He had never witnessed the agouti be the one to turn away and hide. He was mostly the one to stand up and speak his mind, to draw Clay in and calm him down. Clay had never expected he would be the one to return the favor.