Haunted Wood Another Chance

Clarence’s wars press back and he’s got a certain look to him that Santi can’t quite place. Nervous maybe? Perhaps something else. Yet it seems the wolf is always nervous so but of course instead of ignoring it, he attempts to read more into it. Snowy eyes watch his companion intently as he speaks once more, not expecting the words to come out.

I don’t like it when you smell like her. Is what he says and Santi’s previously neutral face splits into a teasing grin. Fuck, I like it when the he gets jealous. He decides quickly. Listening to the male talk about how Santi smells like as if he’s written it all down and stored it away. 

Santiago nods. “Noted.” Is all he says to the others sentence before he comes in closer to rest his muzzle beside the wolf-dog’s left ear. “I’m sure you’d like it if I smelt like you, cariño.” He teases back to him, lips dare to ghost over the appendage. “I don’t think I’d mind either.” He hums out shamelessly, his accent rolling out the words enticingly.