Haunted Wood Purgatory

The first to come to his call is Serem. The elegant she-wolf with the blackest of fur. The plume of  the thick fur on her neck frames her face beautifully, yet as he gazes upon her he can sense something different. Not only the scent of other wolves, but stranger wolf’s no doubt–male too. The twinge of putrid jealously he feels winding it’s way into his guts confuses him, yet he’s not surprised by it. 

“Yo hice.” He says calmly to her with a light dusting of a smile.

Then only moments later the piebald male comes padding along, a light wagging of his tail a good sign for Santi. Those innocent eyes colored of blood gaze to the both of them. Santi chuckles at his innocence and borderline childlike mix of anxiety and excitement.

Though now his eyes flick to the pair before him. “I wanted to speak to you both.” He starts gingerly. “Iré directo al grano.” He states with an easygoing smile, voice more confident than his previous sentence. 

“I’ve been feeling things.” He squints his eyes trying to find the right words, obviously struggling. “An attraction, emocional y físicamente. I’m sure you both are aware.” He comments quickly, referencing his feeling towards the two. “I want to be with you both but the decision is a hard one. One that if I don’t have to make would be easier. I want to have both of you, if all parties agree.” The finality in his voice punctuates the sentence being more of a question to them both. Urging them to speak their opinion truthfully. He wants to have them both close to his heart. Yet their reactions will depend greatly on that outcome.