Haunted Wood Hand in Hand

He follows her obediently, taking the desired path. Gazing down to the female at his side, he hums as she mentions them being alike. When she asks where he hails from he couldn’t say. The only place he’s ever heard of is the ring and the other places random street dogs would tell him about. “I don’t know really. Never had a name for it. I was too...” he squints thinking of a good way to explain the fact that he was too busy killing other animals to worry about that shit. “preoccupied to care really.”

Then, he looks to her, more intensely this time. “I’m sure the pack, myself included, would fight to the death if they came up this far to kill you, amiga.” He chuckles with a smirk. “No motherfucker is going to roll up in my home and kill my pack.” He eyes her shamelessly. “No worries, chica.” He soothes with a wink.