Haunted Wood Purgatory

Clarences own confused thoughts brought upon more terrifying ones of his own. Is that what is making him soft? Is that what has forced him to see better in his pack, maybe even others in general. He has yet to see about that last part.

It occurs to him that yes he could definitely be in love with the two of them. The desire to give them both an unmeasurable amount of affection and to make their life better than it was previously. It makes his chest tight and finally he decides–yes this is exactly what he feels.

“Yes we’re mates now, cariño. I love you both.”  He confesses with a tightness in his throat. The words so foreign they almost catch in his throat. 

Then finally some comedic relief brings him back from that ethereal plain he finds himself on. Chuckling softly at Clarences easy confusion he paws at the others own softly. “That’s what it’s called when you’re with someone you love. You’re called mates.” He replies as simply as possible as to not overwhelm him.