Haunted Wood before then, mhm

Santi laughs at the others want for approval and of course he gives him it. “¡Si, Si!” He booms with a wide smile. “Muy bien, pequeño.” He gestures to the bird he just dropped. “You get to carry that one. I’ll go get my own.” He hums and he’s already off.

Stalking through the flowers that contrast so brightly against the stark black and white of his pelt. He has another bird in his sights. Then he shoots into action and this time he’s able to catch it before it can even hit the air. A massive paw slapped it down into the ground and that alone probably broke enough of its bone to where it is unable to fly.

He brings the bird into his mouth and crunches down expertly. In no matter of time, he’s trotting back Famine. “Shall we?” He asks the pup voice muffled due to the bird in his maw, referencing them heading back to the grotto. “You did good.” He compliments one more time for reassurance.