Blackfeather Woods ancient dreams in a modern land

Just as quick as Santi had come, he will go. This sun kissed woman will be in no problems to Eldritch and her fiery desire to be in charge. He can see the submissive aura that surrounds this Meerkat. He doesn’t pay much mine to it. Though when the off, blood pelted stranger makes for an awkward disappearance, he knows he has to follow. If not to sink his teeth into her, then to at least get a rise out of her; maybe play with her a bit — scare her even. 

So he sends his leader a look. Such deviousness swirling in his steely depths. I’ll be right back. It says and he even gives her a flash of a grin as he goes — always up to no good, tailing that poor woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.