Haunted Wood Build Don’t Burn

Santi knows already what kind of man he is. His plans might even be stalled by this man. Though all in all, he wishes the man to be a part of his plans. Perhaps if Danti plays his cards right he could go about the giant carefully brought to gain trust or maybe companionship between the two. The golden male before him could be quite the leader if he holds the right qualities. Sure, bloodlust is fine, the urge to kill is fine, but a leader must be balanced and that is what this pack needs: a balanced pair of leaders.

“Yo tengo.” He replies back, that same easy smile on his maw. His own ivory hues staring back at him expectantly. “Oh?” He purrs back. “Are you now? I have heard of you.” The grin he gives back is positivity devilish, the playful glint in his eye obvious. “I am Santiago Gabriel Arcos.” He introduces himself walking a few paces closer to the giant.

The canary furred male is only an inch bigger than himself, ten to twenty or so pounds to match as well. They could become a frightening duo if Santi has the chance to befriend the other. He grins, “Would you like to go on a hunt?” He asks a curious raise to his brow.