Haunted Wood Another Chance

"I'm not replacing you," he assured with a small smile. "Memory thinks I'm a puppy, I think." Could he care for Memory in that way? It was possible, he thought, but... not like this. A small smile crossed his muzzle when he realized Santiago probably had no idea that the reason he'd mentioned the man thinking of him as a pup was for that reason. "He helped me think about things. That's all."

The boy sighed and followed him, ears flicking back just slightly. It had been a long while since he'd sparred - since the incident with Memory. "Just... don't grab my throat, please," he began, getting into position to spar.