Big Salmon Lake The devil in wolves fur

Lifting his head up from his eating position he nods thoughtfully. The boy Valour and the giant Ghidorah. He smirks to her with his usual devious smile. “He’s a big boy,” he cackles. “anything bigger than me, I try to befriend.” He admits. “And there aren’t many.”

Done with his food he tilts his chin up and cocks his head to the side, a sweet smile replacing his usual sly one. “Still in a bad mood?” He asks dangerously, a twinkle in his eye. “Que puedo hacer para hacerte feliz?” He soothes in his deep accent.