Haunted Wood Another Chance

Clarence hasn't ever felt so overwhelmed and insecure and hopeful as he did in those few seconds before Santiago spoke again. A word that Clarence didn't understand, but paired with the ones he did, could only mean good things. The boy's eyes close as the other lavved his tongue across his muzzle, then opened again to gaze back up at him.

Licking his lips, the boy stepped forward and brushed the top of his head beneath Santiago's muzzle, pressing his side up against his throat and chest and leaning his head back to run his tongue beneath the man's chin. Submissive, innocent, driven mostly by a need to be close and please the dark wolf. 

He didn't have words for it yet, even with what Memory had provided. He was too nervous to say those out loud. But he could manage a quiet, "Could I stay with you tonight?" Going and sleeping by himself at the moment was almost infeasible.