Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

Clay was trembling...

Valour groaned in his sleep and snuggled against the smaller male only a tiny percent conscious and thinking he was dreaming something entirely different. It was the repeated jostling of Clay scraping at his cheek that fully woke him up and he glared grouchily at the spot Clay had just been a few seconds before. "I like it more when you sleep" he grumbled before the small scent of blood brought the hazy recollection that Clay actually had been trembling. Leaping to his paws so suddenly that he scrabbled around before actually standing he hurried out of his den, head popping out like a gopher's from the low opening. Squinting bleary-eyed as he saw that Clay was only taking a piss he asked "You Comin' back to bed?" voice still rough with sleep, expression a little put off since he was not happy to be woken up with a needless close heart attack. He preferred the sensation of the pleasant dream he was trying to cling onto as he strode out into the darkness and planted his butt firmly on the ground with a yawn as he waited for the boy to finish. It was perhaps a little rude but he couldn't help having to keep an eye on Clay around here. Especially with that new attitude the boy seemed to have, delirious or stressed out Valour couldn't have him walking around in case he started screaming about filthy Nightwalkers again. Clay had been angry at him earlier and it had made him uneasy, only having their meeting in the meadow and how Clay's anger had been then to go off for expectations.