Haunted Wood That Meal I Promised You

Santiago's accent was sweet and the words were foreign, per usual. But Clarence liked them nonetheless, a smile crossing his muzzle as the larger wolf approached him. 

The boy tipped his head to the side at the invitation and his eyes softened in return. He was getting better at hunting with the bracelet on his wrist, so he didn't feel like he'd drag Santiago down. "I'm really hungry," he admitted, ears flicking as he looked up at the man. "What are we hunting?"