Haunted Wood you will be my salvation

Santi’s blood pressure skyrockets when the pup begins sniffling and panicking. He has no idea to remedy any type of situation having to do with pups. He’s not educated in the sort. That’s doesn’t mean he won’t try. 

So his best attempt is touching the pup only slightly with a large, black paw. “You’re right. I don’t. What I do know is, is that we will be victorious. We all have each other’s backs.” 

Please Santi. The words come out as a plea and he almost has flashback of the pup he killed when he was in the ring. Blinking rapidly and shaking his head, he reels himself into reality and focuses his own silvery hues onto the pups. “You’re already strong and you will continue to get stronger.” He says strongly and perhaps a bit distantly. “But we cant risk you there.” He says softly this time.