Overture Downs collision

Clarence didn't want to talk about them. He really, really didn't want to talk about them. But the black wolf was circling him and adamant about getting his answers, and it was making Clarence's head pound. A quiet whine escaped him and he shook his head, muzzle nearly pressed into the snow with how far crouched he was. 

"Monsters," he gasped, flinching back from invisible hands that sought to grab him. "I don't... their paws were long and cold and... everything was clean and smelled sharp. And blood." He didn't want to think about it. Memories always came to him in flashes - never linear, never making any sense. 

The boy wilted, shoulders drooping and gaze flicking off to the side before looking back up at Santiago, tired and fearful and near desperate. "Please stop. I don't want to think about them. Please."