The Adventures of Clarence the Balimoran part 3?
Clarence started to shake, it had never been this bad before, his desire to protect the wild. That urge that tugged in his heart, pulling slowly but surely. He felt a single tear fall to the ground, he didn’t like the poacher but he was still human. He studied the grove he had awoken in, these trees we’re old, solid oaks that stood a hundred feet tall. They we’re beautiful but twisted and gnarled with age, a deep hum could be heard if one listened close enough. His eyes moved on as he studied the rest of the grove, brambles and undergrowth woven between the oaks like a wall, and soft bright green moss covered the ground untouched. This place was old, very old. He felt at home here as he mourned the man who broke nature’s sacred laws, who disrespected her children. As he looked up and saw a full moon, he knew that he was at home, with the wild untamed beasts, so as he heard the howl of the wolves and the cry of crows he too joined them in their revelry, as the great chaos swirled around them all.