Haunted Wood sleight of hand

lmao you're totally fine ^^

Clarence tilted his head to the side, still scanning her over. Their eyes were the same color, he realized, meeting her gaze evenly. This would not have been the first time a wolf or dog had approached him like this, and it wouldn't be the last. It seemed some individuals were just so attached to the idea that fighting was the only way to go. 

Perhaps she was one of the monsters Memory spoke of. 

"What Valour did was brave," he said decisively, his own chin tucking defensively to protect his throat on instinct. His limited understanding of Spanish allowed him to understand what she'd called the Warlord, and his eyes narrowed. "I haven't been giving him ideas. He's not weak. The pit was... evil. It's time for a change." His brows rose then, and then he spoke again, fueled by confidence and the need to defend his friend. 

"Estas asustada."