Clayton stretched his paws and flicked his ears, hearing the sneer. He smirked and wagged his tail, watching a muskrat skiddle across the grassy floor. "Maybe I can do something special for Blythe." He said before leaping at the muskrat and placing his paw on its tail, making it collapse. He clawed at the back softly, though roughly. It soon died. He set the lifeless muskrat on his back and kept moving along. He grabbed two sticks. After half an hour, he brought back two sticks, a small elk, and two muskrats. He grabbed a few berries around his tail and padded towards Blythe's den. He put one stick in one side of the den, then the other stick into the other side of the den. He lit it on fire with rocks, making sure it wouldnt be able to burn anything. He laid the elk in the center of her den. A muskrat at one side of the elk, the other muskrat on the other side. He filled the rest of the den with mint leaves, ever green grass, and blue roses. He laid berries around the other meal with a smile. He stretched his neck as he set up the rest, making sure he filled the den with mint leaves.
