Overture Downs collision

The trouble with being so socially inept was that Clarence could not tell he was being teased, or made fun of, or in danger. For all he knew, this man was genuinely kind and wanted to spend time with him. He didn't steal the rabbit, after all, and he certainly could've done that had he wanted to. So that put the man in Clarence's good books. 

Crimson eyes flashed in excitement when the man ripped the rabbit in half like it was nothing. And to him, maybe it was. "You're very strong," he remarked, curled tail slowly beginning to wave behind him. He crouched down beside his half of the rabbit and licked his muzzle, sweeping some of the red off of his white fur. Then he looked up and his head tilted to the side at the next question, perplexed. "Why would I not? You didn't steal my food when you could have." And to him, it was that simple. 

That seemed like an unnecessary amount of names for one wolf, Clarence thought. Santiago Gabriel Arcos. It was pretty, and not at all in the language he was used to. But there was something strikingly familiar about the way it rolled off of the man's tongue. Had he met someone who spoke this way before? If he did, he couldn't remember. "You're welcome," he said simply in common tongue, not really registering the fact that he'd heard the word gracias before. It meant thank you, didn't it? 

So he was fully a wolf. Not one of the sleek-furred dogs that usually had their ears and tail cut off like that. Clarence was a bit too transfixed on the silver-eyed man to focus too much on the rabbit, and instead focused in on those cropped ears. "Did they hurt you?" he asked quietly, concern bleeding into his tone.