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

Santi grins when that little tongue pokes out and he shakes his head side to side. What a little shithead. He says to himself as he watches the pup start stomping off. He doesn’t even know what to do now. He can’t pick him up since the pup is actually quite big for his age and he feels like he’d hurt him if he tried picking him up by the scruff. So Santi hops in front of him again except this time he dips his shoulders in a play bow. One of his heavy paws come out to bat at the pup playfully. “Fight me, kid.” He grunts our with a smile on his face.