Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

Her socked paws continue onwards and he obediently follows closely behind. Laughing lightly at the smile she gives him he shakes his head. “Don’t mean to be sappy. I know it’s disgusting.” He chuckles.

He’s eyes take over the females fine coat, the black shining in the light looking sleek and fits her well. Her white mask is most interesting, something he catches himself eyeing often. Though no matter if she want to appear cute or not, the socks that adorn her feet complete it. They give her the cute factor he’s talking about. 

“Where do you lead me, amiga?” He asks a playful lilt in his voice.