Haunted Wood Don’t try and fix me

“Aren’t I?” He jokes at her reply. Then a laugh breaks out of his maw at her timely stomach growling. “¿Tienes hambre enronces?” He asks teasingly even though he already knows the answer.

He begins a trot in front of her. “Then come, chica.” He sounds aloud brilliantly.

They walk some distance throughout the forest before Santi finally gets scent of an animal. He grins and his leathery nose hits the floor in search of it. Only five minutes later, just off on the horizon there it was: a nicely sized hare. 

He gazes to her a smirk on his face. “Shall we?”