Haunted Wood Build Don’t Burn

Santi is already interested by the other, practically ensnared with curiosity. His porcelain eyes gaze over the others large form, finally meeting the wolf’s eyes much like his own–devilish. The mysterious glint in his ivory hues never deplete as Santi’s grin grows at the others reply. The purr in the males voice and those pearly whites on display for him to see, Gabriel knows the man is up to something just as much as Santi is himself.

He only replies back with a rolling, “Oh, is it now?” His accent pronounced along with his low voice. “El placer es mío.” He counters back.

Then as Santi asks for a hunt the other gives him an easy smile, though as his sentence progresses that smile contorts into an interesting type of smirk that Santi finds himself mirroring. “Would love to, canario.” He gives and he turns around only slightly to head a different direction to begin walking further into their territory expecting the other to come as well.

Santi tilts his chin up at the other. “Lead the way if you’d like.” He offers, white eyes never leaving the other. “You know the territory better than I at the moment.”