Haunted Wood before then, mhm

Santiago chuckles at the stutters that come from the rather big pups mouth. He knows thrusting the boy into a situation he has no idea what’s going on could (or could not) be a good way to teach him. It gives the pup time to react naturally.

So as he looks to Santi for reassurance he nods enthusiastically but even then it seems Famine is already sprinting into action just as the older male told him to.

First the boys impressive paws pin the bird down swiftly. Next thing he knows he’s jumping into the air and catching the bird in his mouth. If Santi could clap he would. The pup successfully bagged the bird they’ve been hunting. 

So he begins sauntering over. “Impressive.” He hums with a quick nudge of his paw to the pups shoulder. Then Santi’s eyes drift to another bird only about thirty feet ahead of them. And the mysterious gaze he usually has appears once more. “Another?”