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

famine leapt backward with an alarmed shout. he turned to run away, but was swiftly grabbed by the scruff and pulled forcefully to santiago's side. the stinging of fur being pulled from the root continued even after the grip was released.

he turned to santi with angry gaze. he'd chosen to play dead, so this was his fault! famine would have argued with santiago, were it not for the mention of his (constant) hunger.

his tail began beating eagerly against the dirt. famine nodded his head with a bright smile, humming an excited tune.