Haunted Wood That Meal I Promised You

"Thank you." Clarence smiled at the praise and stood up with Santiago's help. "Think I could be better at this whole hunting thing if I didn't have to wear this all the time," he admitted, looking down at the bracelet around his wrist. It was tight, but not cutting off circulation or anything. There was just no way for him to get it off, with the way the metal was connected. It was likely to be stuck there forever.

Heat rushed to his face at the compliment but he took it in stride this time, offering Santiago a wry little smile and shot back a quip that was likely inspired from the man's teasing. "You'd probably be cuter if you had food for me," he said, padding up to press his nose to Santiago's muzzle and lick there. Something a pup might do to signify that they were hungry.