Haunted Wood I'll be off to find another way

Clarence bit happily into the fish's belly, savoring the weird flavor with a soft hum of appreciation. It was good, cool and fresh. Except, the fish wasn't the only thing Memory wanted to share with him today. Clarence paused at the words and turned red eyes up to the man. 

Leaving? 

That was... not a concept Clarence really understood. Not with wolves he cared about anyway. He'd seen it happen over and over and over, with the dogs he fought with, but they were never close. And then the pup that went missing here. But not someone leaving of their own accord. 

But Memory found a person that he wanted to be with.

Clarence was about to say he was okay with it, at least... until Memory's next statement. "Who are you calling rogues and monsters?" he asked, eyes flashing defensively. As far as he knew, just about everyone there were good wolves - trying their best. "Valour? Serem? Santiago?"