Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

Santi seems to have tunnel vision when he’s so intently focused on something. It happened when he was in the ring. His only focus was whoever he had to kill, when the battle was over with the two legs had trouble separating him from the body. In conclusion, he needs to pay more attention to his surroundings. So the fact that he didn’t see the other wolf just a bit away makes Santi wonder if he is mentally sound.

First ruined ears swivel and he hears the low sound. He lets his eyes drift off to the male that greets him casually. His pelt is of chocolate browns and even a pinch of slate gray that he can see. The bright eyes of burnt umber that reflect beautifully as the sun bounces off of them. The male stares back at Santi and Santi back at him. 

He noticed the male eyeing the deer, he seems like he means no harm so perhaps Santi could have fun hunting with a partner. So Santi grins, a twinkle of mischief in those ghostly eyes of his. He tilts his chin up in the direction of the deer, trying to suggest the other male head to the other side of the deer. While Santi does this he makes his way to the left so they can surround it.