Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

Santi watches the male follow his footsteps to reach the sleeping area, continues eyeing him as he settles himself in just a bit away. He thanks him once more and Santi gives him a rather soft smile. “De nada.” He says simply. Even though he knows he probably won’t understand. He tends to use less Spanish around the boy since he knows he’s clueless to it. Even then, his ivory eyes rake down the others damp pelt. He’s gonna be cold tonight. He thinks absentmindedly. 

Then wonders for just a second why he even cares. Even though he already knows why–he’s got a little weakness for those scarlet eyes and soft looking white coat. His doggish features also give Santi something interesting to look at and don’t forget that sweet, naive personality of his.

So Santi makes the executive decision to help the boy not freeze his ass off tonight. Even though the days are getting warmer, the nights still bite with the bitterness of cold. With an airy huff, he stands to his feet and saunters the short distance over to the other. Going to stand behind the other, he flops his massive body behind him. Their bodies are completely touching and he’s pressed tightly against him with the soul purpose of keeping him warm tonight ;). Looks like Clarence is going to be the little spoon tonight. Once he laid down and set his head across the males back and rips, his white eyes flick to meet the others own with a devilish smirk on his face that hadn’t seemed to be there until the male sat down.

“I hope this is okay. You’re still damp, don’t want you to freeze.” He rolls out to the other in his deep, Spanish lilt.