Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

Clarence stepped inside and sat down with a wince as the healing wounds along his belly and left side tugged. Red eyes traveled over the young leader and lingered on his legs. "How are you?" he asked, attention drawing back up to the agouti's face once more. 

He didn't want to bring up Memory yet. After all, he was worried about his friend - the lynxes had been difficult to manage.