Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

Valour's words stung him, and Clay, quick to anger at the slightest jab or tease bit his tongue and furrowed his brows more. 'What am i doing?' he questioned, taking in a breath and snorting it out through his nose while stubbornly looking away.

Now they both were ignoring each other.

And as clay stubbornly stood away from Valour, tail flicking in anger and eyes tracing every default crack in the earth in a poor excuse to hide from this conversation, he wondered what would Polaris say. The dove had given him many thoughts, and he couldn't help but see her in a little bit of Valour—both of them so eager to whiplash him with ideas of he-wolves being allowed with he-wolves.


He didn't understand.

He didn't understand why he was like this.

Seething, he shook his head. "I said come here," he reiterated to the Nightwalker. "Come here or im leaving," he lied. He would never leave Valour again, but he needed to throw a bone to the warlord. Something to make him TURN AROUND because he sure as well wasn't going to do it himself.