Blackfeather Woods I am my mother's savage daughter

Santi seems to have a permanent scowl on his face. Especially since his wounds are affecting him the way they are right now. So painful and now they’re becoming itchy as fuck. Santi is quickly on a one track mind to losing his shit. What with being escorted by this woman, helped by this woman, whatever whatever by so and so; he’s pretty over it and he’s tired.

So he grumbles when he hears the voice of another wolf. Looking over to her with his silvery, half-lidded eyes his lip twitches so subtly she probably wouldn’t be able to tell. Yet the deathly stare the reaper gives is too obvious to ignore. He tries to remind himself that he’s in their territory and they’re helping him not die here. So his eyes soften and he averts them from this new female that offers to help. 

He sits and listens as they speak to one another, looking down between his paws in an attempt to stay as polite as possible. It’s taking every once of being he has not to snap out and be an asshole, but he doesn’t. She’s supposed to be helping him, so he allows her to help. Along with the other agouti wolf as well.