Haunted Wood I’m left no choice

Santi’s twin moons go from either wolf as each one speaks. Valour describes what’s needed, memory speaks, Valours snaps back, and Santi can see the irritation riddling the chocolate wolf’s face. The black and white wolf holds back a malicious smirk, not that he doesn’t like Memory, but Santi would have done the same to any wolf here. 

Then his eyes meet Serem and he nods to her sentence. “Entendido.” He replies back with his usual smirk.