Redsand Canyon Hey, you’re a crazy bitch

Oh my gosh sorry I just saw this! Also love the face claim <3

The Spaniard looks here and there, up and down — he finds nothing of poor little Clarence. He’s been searching for so long already, but he knows he’ll find him sooner or later. Someone would know. Someone would give him a lead. 

For now, he has a break of concentration on the thoughts of his long, lost mate. Another wolf, a deal smaller than he, much less muscle mass, and an oddly distracting agouti pelt. He sees him out of the corner of his eye. His only remaining eye that is. 

His head is hung even with his shoulders, ruined ears flick backwards, if he had a tail, it’d be comfortably lowered near his hocks. Instead, it is but a stump — a tuft of white fur at the end of his spine. His steely gaze looks over, completely turning his head to the stranger. Revealing a face riddled with deep, scabbed over wounds in such abundance most wonder if he’s gotten yanked around by a bear. No, he didn’t, but close enough. 

“Buenas tardes, forastero.” He rasps. His voice horrible sounding from disuse. It’s accompanied by a once over from his single eyed gaze. “Lost, amigo?” He hums almost teasingly with a twinge of a smile, even though it hurts to do so.

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