Haunted Wood Build Don’t Burn

He chuckles sourly at the others reply. “It is, amigo.” He says referencing the others sentence about it being a disgrace. His left ear twitches in irritation when his ears face backwards, due to the tag clipped into the appendage.

Then after the others next sentence Santi lets loose a booming laugh. “I did actually. It’s absolutely insane.” He notes, a smirk littering his face, elongated teeth on display. “How did it go by the way? All I know is that she challenged him unofficially. I never got the details. How did she even kill him?” He asks the golden wolf curiously, his own silver hues fixated on the male’s face. He’s hoping he’d get more details out of him than he did Serem, since the she-wolf is a bit more sensitive to the subject than the other male is.