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Oh, so he wasn't in trouble. In fact, Valour went on to talk about his own spar with Memory, and how they were all a little odd. "Yeah," he agreed with a small smile, wondering if Valour recalled their conversation a while back in the middle of the night. "You're a good leader, Valour. Things feel better, with you in charge." Warlord wasn't really a word that he preferred to use here. A soft sigh through his nose, and he continued. "If you need help, or anything, just let me know." 

Clarence got to his feet, picking up on the signal that he was no longer needed. "Yeah, anytime," he responded, waving his tail slightly. "Don't, uh, don't do too much right now. Let it heal." That was important, he thought. "See you later, Valour." 

He'd leave then, but later, just outside the den, Valour just might find a gift in the form of a yellow flower that might smell of the spotted wolfdog. Clarence's attempt at helping, extended.