Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

Clarence frowned at the change in Valour's posture. The spotted boy stepped forward and pressed against the other wolf's side, hoping to steady and comfort his friend. "You don't have to apologize," he assured, letting his eyes fall to half mast. It was hitting him just how tired he was, too. The events of the last several months - or his entire life, his mind supplied - had been so draining. Perhaps they all deserved a happier place. "You know... you don't have to do this alone." He pulled back a bit, offering their leader a warm smile. "You've got Serem and Santiago helping, and you have my support. For what it's worth." His curled tail wagged slowly. "I'll stay and help for as long as I can. We don't need Memory."