Overture Downs collision

An endearment? What did that mean? Clarence hoped it was a good thing - it seemed like one, from the way Santiago was smiling. The boy found himself letting his own maw turn up in a small grin, feeling that weight lifting off of his shoulders in a blurry haze. 

Things were fine as long as he didn't think about them too much.

He'd almost forgotten the rabbit at his paws, but when the larger wolf nudged it toward him, his stomach remembered. A loud rumble sounded from it as the hunger returned full-force, and Clarence obeyed, leaning down to take a mouthful of his half of the corpse. The boy was careful not to get too much of the blood on him, but it still stained his muzzle in rouge, no matter how much he tried to lick it off.

Crimson eyes flickered back up to the man and he waved his tail just a bit. "You're a nice person, Santiago," he said quietly. He didn't know how many people would try to help him through something like that for no reason.