Falls of the Hinterlands But you fuck so good

Santi listens to her, ruined ears swiveling atop his scarred crown. “You did a number on me.” He hums. “Gave me some nice scars, amiga.” He chuckles darkly, though there’s still some mirth in his steely eyes.

“Say,” He begins inquisitively. “your pack. Need some members? My mate and I need a place to rest up.” He gestures to Serem beside him. “We’ve been searching and walking for too damn long. Need a nice meal and a place to sleep.” He says, accept slurring most of his words with how thick it is.