Haunted Wood Build Don’t Burn

As the other speaks Santi continues to grin. It would be his honor to show him the ropes apparently. Santi doesn’t deny of course, rather he raises a brow in curiosity and falls into step closely next to the great yellow wolf. Those eyes still set dangerously upon Santiago, he doesn’t run from his gaze yet decides to meet it confidently with his own as they walk.

He agrees with the great man’s next sentence, he does stick out like a sore thumb. Anyone from miles away could probably see the stark brightness of his coat if the fog isn’t too thick. Then he hits him with the compliment. Santi agrees that his pelt is more in tune with their surroundings. 

He meets the other with a rolling chuckle. Still this man calls him friend loosely, hell, he’s done the same. Even though he sure they’ve both got some kind plan that’s stored away for later, to only rear it’s ugly head at the right time. Santi desires this beastly wolf to be a part of his. Would make everything go a lot smoother on the other end.

“I agree.” He says back. Then as they walk hoping to find some kind of prey Santi decides its a good time to ask questions. Though even as he asks he’s sure he’ll get some back as well, which he’s fully prepared to answer

His silver hues slide along the horizon before settling on the other. “Tell me, Ghidorah. What do you think about two fucking pups running a pack?” He asks, voice rather soft despite the words that come out. “Es interesante.” He hums out thoughtfully.