Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

"That's okay." Better cold than bloody. But that didn't seem to want to happen, however, as the water did reopen the puncture wounds on his chest. It wasn't going to be that bad, he could already tell, but his blood was running in diluted rivulets down his chest as he stepped out. The boy let Santiago step back appropriately before shaking his fur off. 

Clarence looked up to Santiago, still damp but considerably cleaner, sans the current fresh blood on his chest. "Thank you for being here with me," he said genuinely, offering him a small smile. "I'm sorry I'm so... fucked up." That word sounded about right for what he was, Clarence thought.