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He shakes his head in disbelief but still manages to chuckle at her airy personality, the she-wolf doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. The coffee colored wolf’s scarlet voice wraps around his name apparently trying her hardest to decide which to call him by. Whether it should be the cute one or the cool one, or so she says. 

Even after Santi puts his maw on her tail and tugs, he still doesn’t seem to get a satisfying reaction. Tan interestante. He thinks, tilting his head at her. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to get a reaction out of her. Of course unless he’s a lot rougher with the careless she wolf. His ghostly eyes wonder along her body, the thick fur she has, she’s well fed as well. She must be in a pack, he concludes. 

He slinks around back to face her, even though she is a nicely sized wolf he still towers over her. “Are you, princesa?” He teases, voice soft and deep unlike before. The smirk he wears on his face still looks devious but his eyes go soft mockingly. 

“You want to get out, cariña? Maybe you have to keep up with me.” He paces back around her and bumps her hip with his shoulder, his muscled body sliding along the plume of her impressive tail. “Then maybe I’ll help you find your way out.” He grins, proposing his idea of a dangerous chase though out the cave tunnels.