Haunted Wood And When We Go Don't Blame Us

Clarence listened, almost completely forgetting about searching for the pups in order to pay attention to the man in front of him. While this was the first pack Clarence had been in, he definitely understood being forced to fight. He and Memory were a lot alike, he thought to himself. 

"I'm sorry," he said quietly when Memory finished his story, ears drooping and tail lowered. That would be awful to have to do to someone you cared about - loved, even. Clarence paused for several moments before he offered the brown wolf a smile. "Connor probably understood. You didn't have a choice. I would have understood. Being forced to fight... it..." He paused again, taking a deep breath. "I was made to fight, too. By two-legs, Santiago calls them. I was kept in tiny spaces and only brought out for fights. I killed, too." Nobody he had an attachment to, that he could remember, but he hadn't been social back then. He swallowed hard and lowered his head, ears burning with shame. "And... being with a boy isn't unnatural or gross. I think. I hope." Red eyes turned back to Memory's scarred face. "Do you think you'll be able to find someone again?" he asked, voice hushed.