Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

You're so sweet ;-;

Clarence offered the man a small smile and waved his tail slowly, padding after him. It was odd the effect Santiago had on him, though Clarence was unaware of his own affect on the older wolf as well. How easy it was to forget the incident with Memory, even momentarily. 

It was darkening by the time they reached the stream, and the boy hesitated before lowering his head to take a drink for himself. It was tinged with the flavor of blood and he cringed, pupils dilating just a little before he shook the feeling off. 

Red eyes flicked up to Santiago and he smiled, waiting for the man to finish drinking before he stepped more fully into the water. Blood washed off of him in a dense, rusty cloud. It was almost pretty, washing off of his white fur in the moonlight. He didn't want to do this, really, but if he was going to be sleeping near Santiago, he didn't want to be dirty.