Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

The logic in it made sense and he nodded showing he agreed though it didn't make him feel any better. As the subject went on to Memory his features shifted going from shock and then quickly hardening, the muscles of his jaws flexing as he struggled not to snap. "Do you think that Me or Seagull are killing people? Seriously, who here has time for that?" his tone was rather harsh anyway but it stung, that Clarence even needed to ask and that Memory of all wolves was the one to put the idea in the wolfdog's head. "Ghidorah kidnapped some lady and left her in the pit" he shot Clarence a stern look, knowing he'd been there and seen her. Cordelia had explained her situation clearly "I took her out and I'm healing her. Fixing it. Like I'm fixing everything else in this shithole!" nostrils flaring he finished his little outburst of anger as he dropped his gaze feeling poorly about having shouted at Clarence. "Nightwalkers used to be like that. Vengeance wanted it that way. Took pups in. Tried to make us unfeeling monsters. I'm not..Memory said he knew..." his voice was softer and he shivered feeling the high off the poppy fade away "He's a traitor" there was a cracking in his voice, betraying the anger for what it really was. It hurt to be stabbed so deeply in the back.