Overture Downs collision

Santi’s pupils dilate as he gazes down to the shrinking form of the purest of fear of the wolf below him. His ears perk forward at the high whine that slithers out of the other throat and Santi’s maw is blank of any smirk, but instead he throws on that faux, sweet smile of his.

“Yes, that is what I remember. Even more so.” He mumbles to no one in particular. Trying his hardest not to let his face split into the horrid smirk he’s always so used to carrying.

The raw fear out on display before Santi gives him a certain sadistic satisfaction as he studies the crouched wolf-dog. Those beautiful, ruby eyes plead up to him and the white eyed wolf’s black tongue absentmindedly flicks out to lick over his own teeth and whiskers.

Heavy paws carry him closer and his silvermoon hues can’t seem to leave the others form. “Sshhh.” He soothes and crouches his upper body to softly fit his strong muzzle beneath the wolf-dogs chin. 

He lifts the other up then. Still crouching enough to slink his shoulder under his chin to assist in holding his head up. Neck craning to the left and his maw comes to rest directly next to the other ear. “Let the pain make you stronger.” He whispers then and slides the rest of the way out from the others space. Turning around to face him once more Santiago grins to him. “You cannot let it control you like that, cariño.” He says softly, teeth glaring once more.