Haunted Wood Trails of Fire

When his nose digs beneath the other male to hoist him up the noise he lets out surprises him as well. Not wanting to hurt the man who apparently means so much to Valour he did try to be gentle. Though, getting him situated to be carried is no easy task and the hardest part is gettin him on his shoulders. With Santiago supporting his body weight and Valour assisting with the males head, they should be able to make it back at an efficient rate.

The sting of fur being pulled catches his attention as the so called princes weakly latches onto him to show his distain. In the same moment, Santi considers dropping the injured boy then and there. The attempt at biting him only makes him shake his head and chuckle.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, amigo.” He hums out casually to the seemingly ungrateful wolf, uncaring if he hears him or not. “I’m fine.” Is his next reply to the Warlords question, his voice neutral with no real emotion laced through it.

All he cares about at this point is making it back to the grotto and allowing Valour to take the reins on this one. He vaguely wonders who this man even is and why he’s here. Yet, he doesn’t feel like it’s the best time to ask. Shutting his mouth to prevent any hurtful comments from slipping out, he continues on to the grotto, Clay in tow.