Bearclaw Valley Uncertain flame

Green met Green, and as the other—Evien approached with a slow gate Clay inhaled a sharp breath, his chest puffing out and head held high in order to hide the fluttering of his heart deep within his breast. Damn this stranger for picking up on his state, he would have to do better in the future to control such a thing.

Foolish that he didn't in his time with Nightwalkers.

Unrelenting to let go of his suspicion, the boy stayed posed at the other with a deepening scowl, his tail slowly but surely rising in irritation at the other's order. "Clay. Clay Apaata, prince of Easthollow." he stated. "Your neighbor," he tacked on just for clarity as he picked up the other's statement. Dangerous? Were these wolves like the monsters of Vengeance? Were they perhaps lost pawns to the mad king?