Haunted Wood Never Tomorrow

He chuckles vibrantly at the two pups silly antics. See, he can play with puppies and not eat them. Santi grins as the female jumps onto his head, jagged little claws scratching him and tell pulling relentlessly on his ear. The little bugger actually hurts a bit and mildly he hopes she doesn’t rip the tag off his ear.

At this point he rolls over onto his back and splays his legs out, going limp, and pretending to be dead. “You killed me.” He sighs and flops his blackened tongue out the side of his maw.