Overture Downs collision

Santi usually sees the glass half empty, he’s a realist, probably also a pessimist. Though he does enjoy, if only the slightest amount, the easy smile of this wolf-dogs borderline clueless smile. It makes him chuckle, until the small of the two isn’t smiling any longer. 

Instead his ears, littered with small flakes of snow just as white as his fur, are pressed flat against his skull. Those blood red eyes that were previously full of innocent joy, have now been overtaken by a certain type of pain before they squeeze shut.

Now Santi is really intrigued. He does know the two leggeds. And this makes his face tear into a horrid smirk, an evil one as he also reverts back to his old memories. “Si,” he breathes. “that is what I call them, amigo.” He says, voice barley a whisper. He goes to circle the other once more. “What do you remember of them?” He asks, the intensity in his voice higher, but his voice remains low and dangerous.