Stone Circle the blood on my hands scares me to death

From bad to worse the woman only seemed to get more agitated before snapping at him. Instinctively, his ears fell back against his skull, a slightly bewildered and shocked look on his face as he looked away. She stood then to take a leave, Wait— though his words caught in his throat as he tried to find something else to say knowing he had royally fucked things over. In the end he just sighed and watched her go, Sorry...

He gave a glance back towards the stones, his thoughts momentarily drifting back to clay. Maybe he was laughing at him now. In a lot of ways this conversation went the same way his did with his brother. West would linger a bit longer, watching the herd quietly until he knew he needed to do something a little more productive and took his own leave.