Stone Circle I can feel it on my tongue

Clays ear's perked as his mother told him of her love. He knew it was true. Knew both she and his father did, but hearing it said was foreign and made him look down with flattering posture. "I won't," he whispered, agreeing and promising her silently. Love. Such an odd emotion, one he didn't fully understand and hoped in time he would.

But then she frowned and asked him. He anxiously fiddled with his paws, sliding dirt around in a circle and getting them dirty. "Because im leaving you. I know you're upset that Newt left. I know you don't like your kids leaving...I can't promise I'll be happy but if it doesn't work out I will come back."

He still wasn't looking at Valette.