Haunted Wood I want the glitter on me

He arrived with Valour as usual. Though instead of walking beside the boy with dignity he practically glued himself to the bigger lad's flank, hunched over and head dipped low. His posture dripping with fear and submission, and he didn't dare look anyone in the eyes—no, he instead chose to look at the ground, becoming increasingly interested in the dirt. The only clue as to his attention was the sight of his ears swiveled forward, perked.

Clay had never hunted with packs before. He had watched his family a few times, watching his brother and father be barreled over by the bison only to get up and continue. Clay couldn't dream of doing such a thing, especially if Nightwalkers was planning to hunt the same. He decided he would follow only Valour, trusting the boy with his life. Whatever his friend did, he would follow.