Haunted Wood That Meal I Promised You

“No, no, amigo. You did good.” He fights back with a rumbling laugh. “She was fast though. You were just barely faster.”

Looking down to the male he assists him up with a muzzle scooped under the others ribs. Standing there with the younger Santi looks down to him. “You look kind of cute when your hair is all crazy.” He points out softly.