Stone Circle I won't explain or say I'm sorry

Clay angles his ears upright as his mother impedes, his gaze wide as it flickers between his parents and Valour. No no no no. Easthollow can't know, his mother can't know.

Unfortunately, though, Valour prooves once again his resistance to Clay's orders. He blurts out the answer, and with hot shame across his face Clay's heart races something fierce. Gulping he tucks his tail underneath his legs and steps a bit forward between the boy and his mother, a whine escaping his throat. "Please Mom, He's good. Don't hurt him."