Haunted Wood Build Don’t Burn

He hums at the others first reply a quaint “Shame.” to go along with it, referencing how even Ghidorah didn’t get to witness the great feat.

As the other continues, Santiago’s eyes are fixated upon the other politely as he speaks, only occasionally shifting away to rake along the horizon for potential prey. “I see.” He says to the last sentence. “It does seem peaceful. Or as peaceful as a band of mercenaries could truly get I suppose.” He chuckles with a light shrug. 

Then the monochromatic male eyes slink onto the others form, a devious, yet knowing twinkle in them. “You’re planning something, are you not?” He rolls out enticingly. “No need to share, but I think our interests could...” he pauses, brows furrowing, porcelain hues meeting the others ghostly ones devilishly as he searches for the best words. “...coexist and prosper, with the right resources, I’d say. You’d seem like a formidable ally.”

He continues walking beside the monstrous wolf. “You don’t have to answer now, think about it if you like.” He says smoothly with a wink as the carry on through the forest in search of food.