Haunted Wood Trails of Fire

The fact that Santiago doesn’t act like a complete ass when Valour asks him to do something seems to make Valour somewhat grateful. When the other male gazes back at him in thanks, Santi response unsurprisingly with an easygoing smile and a wink.

Though the next part where the agouti male calls him your highness confuses him. Either it’s a term he uses joking at the hurt wolfs order, considering the teasing lilt to his voice. Or, the man is actually of higher power. In that case Santiago decides not ask and just do. 

Valour moves to slide a muzzle beneath his neck after asking him to help. “Will do.” Is all Santi says before he’s moving as well. “I’ll carry most of his weight. Just watch his head.” 

Coming up from the same side as Valour, Santi noses his leathery nose on the man’s side looking so squeeze his he’d underneath his body. Digging his chin into the damp dirt below he’s able to make his giant head under. Now actually lifting him, he points his nose skyward to shift the males body to lie on his shoulders. Clay’s hind legs are on one side of his shoulders, while his front are on the other. Santiago support his weight on his midsection. 

Once settled he looks to Valour. “Lead the way, Warlord.” He says playfully, yet a hint of dark mischief reaches his tone as well.