Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

He can tell by the way her eyes glaze over and how she stares, she’s no doubt interested. The Spaniard enjoys the teasing, he even likes to be teased himself. The wolf assumes it’s the thrill of the chase, though he likes the catch just as much. 

The way she’s smirks at him and brushes past makes his eyes follow, soon after his body. He’s right beside her, walking a reasonable distance to her left like the good boy he is (sometimes). The small wolf leads them down the mountain and her paws drop herself into the dried up ruins of a former geyser.

Santiago gazes at her as she curiously paws at the ominous crack lightening  beneath them. “Careful, cariño.” He begins to say just as a burst of steam raises from the depths, looking to target the one altering its burial ground.

She hops back just in the nick of time and at the suddenness of the situation the raven wolf’s fur along his spine prickles and raises. “¡Santa mierda!” He exclaims deeply fixing a stern gaze to the females form. Only pissed because she started digging around but glad she didn’t get injured.

Though she seems to have found her prize and at that he can’t help but crack a smile. “You’ve found your special rock, but what cost? Getting your pretty face burnt off?” He cackles at her. “Are you okay?”