Haunted Wood Don’t try and fix me

The rabbit almost jukes him as it goes quickly from side to side. If Santi is concerned, he got lucky as it heads directly towards him at the best possible moment. He only has to sprint a couple feet in order to pounce in front of it and lock his massive jaws onto the poor animal. The thing is unlucky enough for him to have grabbed it by the middle of its spine. It almost got away, would’ve if it was just that much faster.

His mountainous molars crunch onto the rabbits spine sending it's previously kicking hind legs to a dead halt; he’s paralyzed it. Santi–knowing exactly what he’s done–drops it to the ground to watch it squirm about horribly. Ivory eyes can’t look away at how absolutely horrid the scene is as the thing squeals and scratches about with its front legs. He almost drifts off to another memory, once where he did the same thing except to fairly well sized dog.

His bloody smirk remains on his face then as he finally deems it worthy to kill a few seconds after he’s done being fascinated, he decides to end it. Leaning down he takes ahold of its neck and finally, gratefully, ends its suffering. Grabbing its lifeless body he trots over to the she-wolf and drops it before her like a trophy, that winning smile on his face as if he didn’t just unnecessarily and casually tortured the thing.

“For you, cariña.” He voices confidently.