Shy Deer Steppes With Paws All Riddled In Sand

At the males optimistic outlook on the whole ordeal Santi believes he would be okay with a truce between the two packs. Even though he has no clue what even happened. Perhaps he’ll question Serem or Vanity when he gets back, maybe bother them with insistent questions about what happened. Yet, Santi has no history with this man and there has no bad blood, especially after his assistance in taking down a meal for his pack–at the small cost of giving him some. It was a good deal for the both of them he decides.

He the leg is mostly torn off, he chuckles at the others own laugh. “I agree. Wonder what happened.” He says out loud, the second part mostly to himself. “It was nice meeting you then...” he searches for a name to call him, realizing that he never got one.

Then he laughs once more, a loud boisterous sound. “I’m Santiago. You are?”