Haunted Wood Another Chance

setting it just a tad bit later, because clarence went with memory immediately after the meeting ^^

His discussion with Memory was... pleasant, Clarence thought. It set him off with a question, though - if love could save him, how did he know what it was? Who did he love? 

The first image to flash into his mind was Santiago. 

Before he could think too hard on why that was the first person who popped into his head, he heard the man's voice. At first, he thought he was imagining it, but quickly realized that there was no way. Splotched ears perked and he tilted his head to the side, trotting over toward the source of the voice and frowning when he picked up on the teasing lilt in it. 

C'mere, boy. His eyes narrowed a bit - the two-legged creatures called them that. It was mostly for the dogs, and Clarence was not a dog. Mostly, anyway...

"Not a dog," he stated with more confidence than he felt, padding up to the man and arching a brow inquisitively. He still smelled of Memory. His head tilted to the side in a silent question - what was going on?