Haunted Wood sleight of hand

Venny? Did she mean Vengeance? If so, he'd heard from multiple sources that that was a bad guy.

"He hurt people," Clarence insisted, angling his ears forward. "Of course I don't want to hurt anybody. That's what made me happy - that Valour said we didn't have to do that for no reason anymore." This lady had it all wrong. 

He barely flinched as she rushed at him, accusations flung from snarling lips, but his own maw wrinkled up when she finished. "I'm not here to do anything like that. I just met Ursus a couple days ago, and it didn't go well," he huffed back, fur bristling on his shoulders. His body coiled for a fight that he didn't even really want. 

Something switched in his brain and Clarence bared his teeth, head lowering a bit. "Are you just going to complain all day, or are you going to fight me?" he demanded, red eyes narrowed harshly. "If you're just going to accuse me for no reason, stop wasting my time."