Overture Downs collision

Clarence was happy to see that he'd made the man smile. It caused a grin of his own to cross his lips, tail thumping against the ground. It was pleasant, he thought, and less tense than perhaps it had been at the beginning. But it was hard to tell - he wasn't used to this kind of interaction. Or, any interaction, really.

His smile was quickly wiped away when the older wolf confirmed that yes, they had hurt him. It hadn't even occurred to him to think about who he thought had hurt the man. At least, not until he asked.

Two legs. It was a term that Clarence was unfamiliar with. But the words brought back memories nonetheless - cold skin and squeaky gloves and weird voices. And then ripped skin and sharp teeth and loud noises, and it was all so overwhelming to think of.

Ears flattened to Clarence's head and he stared off into nothingness, red eyes dull and body hunching in on itself. Suddenly, he wasn't as hungry as he was before. "I... maybe," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. It was making his head hurt. "Is that what they're called?"