Haunted Wood Break me down, you’ve got a lovely face

Santi feels eyes on him through the fog. As if the hills had eyes and they were ready to swallow him up. His spine prickles and his ruined ears shift on his crown. The hills are watching him yes, but it seems someone else is as well. Who dares step foot in his forest now? Who dares challenge the reaper in his own game of life and death. 

His brows furrow as he slinks his silvery, moon-like eyes along the hazy line of the horizon. Only to finally land on his unwanted company; a large wolf with gleaming golden eyes. His lip twitches as he looks at the dominant position she holds herself in. How dare she challenge him. 

The Spaniard stares for quite a few seconds. Searching for weaknesses and oh does he find one. This wolf is pregnant. Instantly his maw goes from an irritated frown, to a sickening and horribly sadistic smirk. He shakes his head slowly as if disappointed in her. How dull is she to fight one of equal size and strength as her when she holds children? 

Santi doesn’t move into a dominant position, he doesn’t need to look dominant, he knows what skills he holds. His head is even with his shoulders and he peers over at her. 

“Who are you and why are you here, mujer aburrida?” He says lowly. His Spanish accent horribly strong as his smooth voice rolls out the syllables.