Overture Downs collision

A winning smile strikes Santi at his compliments, it makes him preen, or rather bask in his own glory. His eyes flick down and even catch the way the others tail wags. “You,” A theatrical pause where his brows raise and he looks directly at the other. “are not wrong.” Santi says matter of factly regarding his comment about him stealing his food.

He offers Santi a you’re welcome and he hums back in reply. Then even as the great bear of a wolf continues to gratefully chow down on his rabbit the other apparently can’t help but shamelessly study him. His snowy eyes flick over to the other as he watches Santi eat and the larger wolf is solidly intrigued by this mans mannerisms. Then beyond the crunching of Santi’s chewing, the others question strikes his ears with concern laced into his voice. 

He swallows his current mouth full and raises his head to look back to the smaller of the two. As if on cue his left ear with the tag twitches and he raises a brow and ever so slowly does a smirk appear on his face. “Oh yes they did.” He says deeply, eyes daring to roll and flutter closed for a mere second, reveling in the memories. A shiver runs through his body at the feeling of killing so brutally and so, so savagely. He loved it.

He regathers himself and gazes down to the other through half lidded eyes. “You know of the two legs then?” He asks curious as to who he thought they were.