Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

As the silence stretched on his senses focused on everything but the fact that they were fighting. The moonlight shining between tree branches. Rustles of small creatures running about in the dark. An Owl hooting. Then came the same command followed by words that stabbed him right where it hurt most. Whipping around Valour marched straight in Clay's direction furious and hurt  "how could you say that?!" he shouted in a snarl pulling back just short of actually bumping into Clay. Silently he took a few breaths trying to slow his heartbeat and cool down before he blew up. His stung and began to moisten with tears that he was quick to blink away not bothering to turn his piercing stare away "What do you want?" his voice was dead quiet, lips quivering as he stared with everything he had. All the anger. The hurt. The confusion.