Haunted Wood I am a boy of authentic self esteem

Clay froze once more as the boy flinched and bared his fangs, however it seemed to be because of the surprise than anger. Had Valour never played before? Clay tipped his head, his cheek falling flat on the earth, causing the skin and his ear to bend awkwardly under the weight. "You're odd." He breathed, almost a laugh as his tail wagged.

He continued to paw absentmindedly at the boy, knocking his paw away with little swipes. However, one got through, and his snout was roughly touched. the pressure tickled his nose a little, causing him to sneeze and become embarssed at the action. His fur rose, and he shook his head once more to get rid of the heat. "Do you want to be my friend?" he offered, tail wagging. 

Clay hadn't made a friend yet. He never really had friends up until this point. His siblings and him did play, but he was always called 'a stick in the mud.' and eventually was given up on. His brother, West, was way too rough for him. And his sister Leta was so frail, he was afraid to play with her after The Witch attack. And Newt? Well he never really talked to him.