Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

Santiago watches politely as Valour rips the goat to shreds and chuckles when the man finally lets go. Then he walks over to she-wolf Santi hadn’t even known was here. Furrowing his brows at the sight of her he would’ve scolded her for hunting while so large with pup. Of course he’s only scold her if he knew she wouldn’t bite his face off if he did. 

Internally he shrugs and makes his way over to the half dead goat. This time he latches onto the front of its throat. His jaw works to crunch incisors down as well as puncture with his canines. After, his body ripples in a violent shake. 
It almost reminded him of the time he had that raven wolf pinned beneath him. The bitch latches on his foot as he crunched and crunched at her neck in hopes to find that valuable artery. Yet he didn’t, so now he’s stuck with the fact that he got his ass whooped with no kills to at least prioritize as a victory. 
Getting back on topic. When he hears the hosts neck snap he releases his grip. His chin drips with blood as he opens his mouth in a pant. Teeth and black tongue stained with the goats life force as well.

Lifting his head he calls to Valour. “Are you taking this back, Valour? I think I should help Vanity take hers.” He offers, walking up beside the two. He’s unsure the female would even want his help even considering the conditions she’s in.