Fox's Glade Go Lick Your Wounds

He lies there, black tongue licking the wound on his paw. Doesn’t notice a figure coming up until he’s about seven feet away and he mentally scolds himself. It’s the form of the chocolate wolf he’d seen with the pack before, their medic supposedly. He’s lucky it’s that one, if it was the she-devil or the other raven tinted male he’d be in even more trouble. 

Santiago’s eyes follow him, the snowy hues taking in the others form. He wasn’t able to properly inspect him as he was getting properly eaten. The soft feature along with those easy green eyes. Santi tilts his head, raising a brow as he comes closer. 

His stride’s confident and he seems unafraid even due to what he’d seen earlier. Then the small smile the shows along the brown wolf’s muzzle definitely makes Santi cock a brow at him. Proceeding to tell Gabriel that he’s a basically a dumbass and can Santi really disagree? No, he can argue his reasoning but all in all it was the devil on his own shoulder telling him to spook the cute little fox wolf. Even though it really just led to him getting his ass handed to him. 

Gabriel looked up to him as he begins to crush the herbs he’s brought with him. “I have no idea what you mean, amigo.” Santi groans defeated, yet still he somehow has enough energy to thrust some sarcasm into the sentence.