Haunted Wood and the rest be sent to hell

Clarence wagged his tail furiously upon hearing the man laugh. It wasn't often, especially around here, that he could do that. Laughter was one of his favorite sounds in the world. At least, until he noticed Memory looking down at his leg, and Clarence was overwhelmed with the need to hide the bracelet. So he placed his right leg behind his left, self-conscious.

The boy listened to the advice with a confused frown on his face. He was supposed to dedicate himself to only two wolves? Why was that? "What about the babies?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "And you and Santiago and Serem and Ghidorah? Can't I dedicate myself to all of you?"