Bearclaw Valley bear with me

His teeth make a lightly audible snapping sound and he smirks when the smaller wolf moves out of the way. He loves teasing, he can’t help it. Though when the smaller scurries up a nearby hill and lets loose his own howl, calling for his pack mates, Santi knows there could be trouble.

His silvery white eyes gaze up to this new wolf that makes his appearance merely a few moments after. Santi has a twinkle of mischief can be found swirling in his eyes, he’s intrigued.

This male’s size is mildly bigger than the other but still minuscule compared to the great bear of a wolf. His ears are worn, like his, but still somehow different. The single copper eye looks to Santi and Santi can’t help but look back devilishly. The red lining his spine is bristled and impressive on the other, accomplishing the goal of making him seem just that much more intimidating. Though to Santi he’s more curious and cautious rather than intimidated, sure to never underestimate an opponent. He learned that lesson when he was a part of the ring. 

His ruined ears perk up when the other speaks and he replies with his own deep chuckle, it resonates in his chest. His impressive canines show as well as his purple-black tongue.

“Now, now, solo estoy de visita.” He comments back when his laughter dies down. “Your little friend there can’t handle a little teasing.” He drawls softly in a teasing tone. His accent rolls the words out easily and his ears press back to his skull and his silver eyes show faux sadness, imitating the white wolf’s stature. Holding a paw a few inches off the ground as he says it. Hell, if he had a tail it’d be between his legs too.

Then his heavy paw slaps down on the gravely ground beneath. He begins sidling closer, ever so slowly. The smirk appears on his maw once again. “It’s very nice to meet you both. I am Santiago Gabriel Arcos.” He introduces himself easily and confidently, that same easy smirk laid across his face. 

“I mean no harm, unless you do...” His dauntingly, ghost like eyes peer up at them with a raging fire in them just as a warning. “...y confía en mi, you have no chance against me alone.” He punctuates with a smirk, displaying his elongated canines. “Though I really can be sweet if you play your cards right.” He says deeply, tone of voice soft again as he chuckles.