Haunted Wood Another Chance

Santi loves the breathy laugh that escaped the white muzzle, he loves the joy filled eyes that look back to him. Oh, Santi could be in trouble. He watches intently as the other crouches before him. The confident, almost teasing tone the other used is foreign to Santi’s ears in regards to the younger wolf and decides he likes that too.

“Oh, I’m so grateful.” He spouts, a smile on his maw as well. Then a paw touches the top of head and Santi chuckles again. “Aww, you do care. I’ll keep that in mind.” He teases to the other even though it’s obvious that the other did care about him in the first place.

Rolling over fast enough to probably surprise the other, Santi swiftly does a takedown on the smaller wolf. Settling himself securely atop him, caging the piebald wolf in with his arms. He gazes down with half lidded eyes and leans down to Clarence’s ear. His breath blows slightly against the hair of his ear and face. “Allow me to express my gratitude.” He rumbles lowly, his accent smooth as silk and his tone suggestive.