Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

As soon as he was released, Clarence stepped backward, body instinctively attempting to escape from the fighting. His tail was tucked tight to his stomach and his eyes were wide, wild like a feral animal. Exhaustion and tenseness caused his muscles to quiver, and blood loss was making him dizzy. 

It took him a few seconds - just ten heartbeats, really - to calm down after that, only to be flung into a wholly different side of panic. Blood permeated the air, in his nose, in his mouth. There was meat and skin and fur hanging from his mouth and crimson staining his chin and chest like a gruesome bib. It made him feel sick, but not as sick as he felt when his gaze tracked the trail of blood to its source. 

A sharp wail escaped the boy and he staggered over to Memory's side, eyes round and flooding over with tears. He could hardly form words, panic gripping his chest and despair weighing him down, but he recalled that Serem might be able to heal. "@Serem!" he cried loudly, sobs shaking his chest. "Help!"

Vaguely, he found himself longing for @Santiago, as well.