Haunted Wood Another Chance

Ah! Okay no problem. ;)

Santi was almost surprised to see him walk around the corner. The males confident I’m not a dog. makes Santi smirk devilishly and he sidles over to the smaller. “Oh, look at you.” Santi rolls out deeply. “I’ve been looking to spar...” he comments coming a fair bit closer, leaning down to sniff the others neck. His leathery, black nose glides along the boys scruff not before nosing into the spot just below Clarence’s jaw. Hardly moving when he lifts his head, alabaster orbs side eye his under heavy lids expectantly, a certain malicious twinkle in them. 

“Ah~,” He breathes out. “so you were having your little chat with Memory then?” He asks with his own tilt of his head. His earlier thought about stomping through Memory and stealing the boy to go spar hits his mind again. He should’ve done it; he doesn’t like the smaller smelling like the other wolf. Even though he has no right to.