Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

thank you <3 i've gotta work hard to keep up with yours though!!

Clarence wanted to argue against the medicine, that just the washing would be fine, but he didn't. Not when Santiago was being so nice to him and taking care of him like this - it would just be rude of him to try and argue with the man. 

If he were better at picking up on it, he'd be able to tell Santiago was lying about Serem sleeping with him, but as it were, a bit of disappointment opened up in the boy's belly. Was it wrong of him to be upset about that? He wasn't sure. It wasn't like he was the boss of Santiago or anything, so if the man wanted to share his den with the woman he could. She was probably much more Santiago's type anyway - bigger, stronger, more stable.

Before he could fathom an answer to that, the older wolf was pressing up against his side, and since Clarence could hide no emotion, he was helpless as the hair along his back stood up and his body went stiff. The warmth that had built in his chest blossomed and spread throughout his entire body and he wanted to hear that voice all the time.

But there were two parts of him at war. One, the one that liked it, wanted to lean in and do whatever the man wanted. The other wanted to shy away, afraid of that type of contact. And Clarence wasn't sure what to do. 

"Do you want me to, tonight?" he asks, voice hushed, and turns his eyes up to look at the man. Hopeful, anxious, unsure. Every emotion laid out on the table for anyone to see.

And then the man was turning away and heading off, and Clarence hesitated slightly before padding after him. The injuries on his chest were beginning to hurt, and he winced a little before straightening his gait - showing weakness was frowned upon where he'd come from. "Y-yes, please," he said, still flustered, as he fell into step behind the man. He needed to get the wounds cleaned and the blood off of his fur, and Santiago was being so nice - if a little confusing. "Thank you."