Stone Circle Kill the beast!

Clay had been eagerly enjoying his brother's play when the woof of their mother sounded. However, he was reluctant to let go, and when West turned the small boy rushed forward and gave one last offending shove before prancing ahead with his nose turned high. Hmph! West was always pushing him around and getting the last word, it was about time for him to do the same.

He was glad that Newt had approached him, but as soon as he saw the nature of the approach Clay quickly backed up and gave a growl. He didn't need any love or nurturing from him. Clay was big! He was strong like his brother! He was fine.

Clay approached his mother to see the animal hanging from her jaws. He had no clue what it was called, but remembered seeming them around. His brows furrowed as he tried to think about it, his head turned down as he looked at his paws in concentration. Sadly Newt had gotten to an answer first. "COoon?" Clay echoed, his o drifting off in a drawl as he glared at his brother.

It sounded dumb.

Clay just ignored everyone in favor of staring at the racoon, taking in it's ragged state as it tried to get away.