Haunted Wood I babble on until my voice is gone

The woods were darker than usual no moon or stars to provide any light whatsoever. His mood was also darker than usual for his emotions were at their peak. When would things stop going wrong? When would he get a break? When he'd claimed his rightful (Vengeance did make him Nightwalkers first pup) place as Warlord there wasn't anything to make him think he'd be doing more than shaping some order into the nightmare of a pack. Instead he'd found missing pups and weaklings in need of training on top of the added drama of Clay bringing Ursus into their lives. Every day left him exhausted and he'd spent this one away from Nightwalkers only returning when the darkness was at it's fullest. The cool night breeze sent a shiver down his spine and he sucked in a sharp breath that caught in his lungs as he thought he smelled someone who didn't belong here. Exhaling slowly he froze not wanting to make any noise as he sniffed again finding that it wasn't a trick of the mind yet it was different. 

Clay was here and he smelled different.

Wait....Clay was inside his fucking den. 

Swallowing thickly a hot flush overwhelmed him as he couldnt help but feel a rush of happiness. Then he realised the reality of the situation and his eyes narrowed spine bristling as he silently began to rub himself against as many trees as he could even going so far as to piss on and off around the outside of his den so that Clay's scent would be further masked. Barely controlling the impulse to go inside and try to whoop some sense into the man Valour slipped inside, scowling. He was pissed off about the carelessness of it added to the boldness of laying inside his den. Did Clay think that he would get away with the attitude forever? It wouldn't be that way, this kind of visit would raise eyes if they were found out. Fortunately for the silver prince all it took was laying on him for the young Warlords heart to start racing and his angry thoughts to become blurred with some sort of mushy warm emotion. Heat pooling in his gut mixing with the lingering annoyance he slowly walked toward Clay until he was close he asked "Did you miss me that much?"  As he was standing over the smaller boy his scowl slowly turned upward into a smirk as the presence of the boy was enough to placate him. His smell....just having the familiar scent was enough even though he couldn't quite grasp at why he smelled different. He didn't smell Easthollow at all but instead just Clay's distracting perfume mixed with new scents, new wolves. That pissed him off too, who was Clay off running around with now? New friends? Trying to focus on the seriousness of the matter at hand he spoke in a gruff voice "You're putting us both in danger. What's wrong, are you okay?" despite being unable to work up too much anger his tone was serious enough as he stared down at Clay, wanting a good explanation but hoping deep down that nothing was wrong and they could just share a good night together.