Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

Clarence flinched a little at the tone, but he probably deserved it. His stomach sank a little and he looked away, head lowering. "I know about the lady in the pit," he murmured, ears pressing back. "I didn't know what to do, so I just... brought her food." His own eyes flashed when Valour continued. "I've been trying, too!" he cried out, surprising himself by his own sudden flash of anger. "To show that we're not bad. To do good things. To make this place feel like a home." And he had been trying, hard, ever since he first got here. 

The spotted boy lowered his gaze again, bristling fur beginning to lie flat at the sorrow in Valour's tone. "We're not monsters. We're trying to be good. We are good. Memory was wrong."