Haunted Wood you can't go back to constantinople

@Valour ^^ set after the Warlord's fight with Memory

It had been a quiet few days, Clarence thought. He liked it, too. The peace that came with just border patrols and short hunts and nights where he'd go sleep with Santiago. It was nice, routine - he'd never had something so domestic, and he finally felt like he was home.

On one of his walks through the territory, bracelet on his wrist jingling, he was surprised to find his routine disrupted. The scent of blood hung in the air, intermingled with Valour's smell, and and Clarence immediately began to run toward it. 

"Valour?" he called anxiously, red eyes darting back and forth until he caught sight of the Warlord. "Are you okay?"