Haunted Wood Slumming it with the poor.

Of course ;) It was more like Santi thinking about it.

The lack of a response grinds on his nerves slightly but he gives the snowy pelted male some slack. He can tell he’s young and though often Santi is usually a monster, he’s become somewhat softer.

His brows furrow in irritation, but he quickly smooths them out as to not terrify the already submissive male away. He comes closer to the other. “Relax, amigo.” He says casually, that same gravel still laced into his voice. 

“If you don’t wanna talk to me then let me call someone you might feel more inclined to answer.” He mumbles before letting loose a deep, rumbling howl calling for @Serem. After the howl is over he awaits the females hopefully swift appearance.

Looking down to the other he raises a brow. “Can you even talk? Or are you just shy?” He asks with a light, devious smirk to his maw.