Haunted Wood I'll be off to find another way

Clarence hummed as he woke, stretching and yawning. Serem and Santiago's scents still hung in the air, the latter soothing him greatly. Red eyes squeezed shut as he yawned and got to his feet, stretching and popping the joints in his shoulders. The piebald boy hopped out of the den and headed to relieve himself against a tree not far off, and when he was finished, he caught another familiar scent. 

"Memory," he called, tail waving as he trotted up to the brown wolf. "You caught a fish!"