Haunted Wood A Day Like Any Other

He hums in response to her first sentence. “Why’s that? It’s good to socialize with the pack.” He grins to her and winks. “Especially if you plan on taking rank one day.” 

He shrugs then. “I have no fucking idea where I’m from. Born in a fighting ring, amiga, that’s all I know.” He chuckles at the end.

Coming only a few steps closer, his eyes shamelessly take in her appearance, to size her up, making mental notes of her. His ivory hues finally settle on her face once more. “What brings you to this pack then?” He rolls out in his Spanish lilt.