Haunted Wood before then, mhm

The pup chirps in about how beautiful — or awesome — this place is and Santi can do little to disagree. The place is saturated in color and the early morning sun only helps it look more astonishing. Perhaps this is one of his favorite places to go in their territory. After all, he’s finds himself here a fair amount.

Now he laughs at the pups words. “You know they do.” He combats playfully. “Let’s go find us some birds, pequeño.”

They carry onwards and Santi’s eye date spots a raven. “You know it’s bad luck to kill a raven right?” He asks to the little pup to his side as he nods his chin to the bird in his sights. “Vamos a matarlo.” He chuckles with that devious look in his eyes that he carries so often.

He begins stalking towards it, waiting for the pup to do the same. “Keep your body low to the ground. Disappear into the tall grass and flowers.” He directs.