Haunted Wood another way out

He looks upon the smaller male, white fur stained in red. He nods when he references the lynx fight. He’s not as mad about that one but with the others next reply he feels his heart seize on his chest at the mention of Clarence going near Ursus.

He gives a heartless laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Valour is a fucking idiot to go by himself.” He says matter-of-factly in a growl. Santiago knows that his Warlord but no intelligent leader would go to another packs grounds by themselves, especially a pack with their background. “Whatever he got, he deserves.” He finishes, brows furrowed and paces left and right languidly.

Then he looks back to Clarence, expression softer but still hard. “And you, I’m glad you helped, but you shouldn’t have gone either. It could have been way worse. They’re fucking ruthless.”

He sighs heavily and comes closer to the piebald boy, going toe to toe and craning his head around him in a type of hug. “I am glad you’re not injured, cariño.”