Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

Set as sometime mid morning! The weather is neutral

The urge to meet all the members of this newfound pack has forced him to seek them all out an individuals. He wants to know their mannerisms, their thoughts on the pack currently, and most importantly gain their trust for the future. Building bridges is better than burning them after all. Santi isn’t stupid, he knows it’s better to have the pack adore, or at least like, him. Would be idiotic of him to make enemies with them.

He’s heard all their names and vague descriptions of as well. Now to match the names with the faces. He trots about the enrichment area, stalks around their dens looking for a certain she-wolf. @Vanity is her name, he believes. Then he sees a the black pelt off in the distance, the white mask and socks as well. That’s her then.

Sauntering up to the female with his usual deviously handsome smirk upon his maw he tips his chin up to her in a greeting. “Hola, niña.” He greets, his silver eye taking in her form and features. “You are the one called Vanity I’ve heard so much of, no?” He asks, rolling accent deep and playful.