Haunted Wood And When We Go Don't Blame Us

Clarence nodded slowly - he was beginning to learn that. But he had to be kind to himself and give himself the room he needed to heal and relax and not worry so much about forgetting his past and instead accepting himself. That he wasn't always as good as he was today.

"Nice doesn't mean those things," he told the man immediately, confused by his definition of the word. "Nice is... when you've been through a lot of bad things and choose to be kind anyway. It's strong." 

His nose wrinkled at the stale stench of urine, but it was a good sign. The boy trotted over to the puddle and sniffed, trying to spot any trail of paw prints nearby. "Where does the trail go? I can't hear anything," he told the man, ears swiveling wildly like a sonar.