Haunted Wood well it’s a mad world, it made me crazy

Santiago’s grin slightly falters at the mention of the stolen pup. “We’re all looking for her.” He comments back to the younger. “You,” He punctuates the word by stepping in front of him, blocking his walking path. “will get stolen or maybe even eaten being out here all by yourself.” Then he grins again, dipping his head down to the pups level. “Why don’t you come on a patrol with me? Maybe I can teach you to fight. Maybe hunt.” He offers pleasantly. Trying to convince the stubborn boy to give up his fruitless search.