Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

Squinty eyes went narrow as Clay turned his back on him, though Valour was quick to study the view and what he saw wasn't bad except.... except for the scars.

Clay's voice drew his attention away and while the attitude normally would have pissed him off, from Clay he found it appealing and kind of scary. Where did the boy who sought his protection and snuggled in the meadow go? What had he done wrong? "You are peeing right in front of my ​den" he drawled in a an exaggeratedly tired tone as if being rude wasn't something he cared about. A smirk formed his own lips as he laughed at the accusation of being a pervert and rolling his eyes he growled playfully taking a small step forward "What if I am?" he asked trying to mimic the charming tones he'd heard Santiago and Abaddon purr in before intent upon causing mischief and riling Clay up some more since he was already too awake to think about actually sleeping.