Northstar Vale Molars gnashing

Clay had noticed someone enter— the soft sounds of their pawsteps echoing within the cave before the ultimate splash of ripples of the water where they waded. It rocked the cool liquid around him, stretching his silver fur against it and distracting him once more. He visually paid no mind as he turned away to hide from them in annoyance. 'Is this a popular place?' The prince thought. Had he been wrong to come here in an attempt to stay hidden?

It wasn't until a mumble, an awkward clear of the throat and the sweet tune of a voice to match that the boy whipped around to face the offender. His fur sought to ruffle, to puff up in agitation and show his side—but the water had weighed him down as if he was a wet mouse. No matter—he still stalked over with a murderous gaze and crinkled nose. Who was this creep? Hitting on him as if he was a dame in distress.

He didn't need anyone.

"If you're looking to get your knot wet I assume you look somewhere else," Clay sounded, voice filled with disgust as he stood inches from their face. His parents had never taught him to speak filthy language, and he was sure both of them would be dead in the ground at such a sentence.

Luckily they weren't at the empire.