Haunted Wood another way out

Santiago’s brows furrow when Clarence moves away from his touch. He just gazes down to him. “I never said you needed my permission to do shit like that.” He says caustically, but with a little less venom laced into his voice.

When the male leans into him, he stands completely still. Tall appearance statuesque. Something about Clarence activity attempting to escape his affection makes something break within him. Even though the gesture is small and insignificant, he took it more to heart than he probably needs to. So, he doesn’t lean into his touch, but neither does he pull away. The monochromatic wolf shakes his head. “That was a horrible decision on his part that couldn’t have gotten him killed and put our pack in danger. Better yet, could have gotten you killed too. He needs to know that shit like that isn’t good to do.” He says it borderline emotionless, a hint of irritation lingers there still. Though his voice is softer it still holds enough base for the other to know he’s serious.