Haunted Wood and the rest be sent to hell

The snowfall was... funny, Clarence had to admit. Interesting, too - being trapped inside, but not being scared. It was cold, like the cages, but it wasn't dark. Light filtered in through the ice crystals and gave off a blue hue to the world around him, and he didn't feel like he was suffocating or anything. But it was kind of cold.

Ears perked just a bit at the voice and the boy shifted, obediently attempting to dig his way out of his self-made snow prison. Spotted paws escaped first, then a pink-and-black nose, and finally his entire head, red eyes and flopped ear and all. 

Gaze turned toward the man who'd spoken, thinking it might've been Santiago, but he was surprised when he found brown fur instead of black. He'd never met this wolf before, he realized, though their scents were similar - both lived in this forest. "Hello," he greeted with a smile, still halfway entrapped within the snow pile