Haunted Wood Oh we can feast!

Santiago’s muscles are tense and ready to react to anything. Once he sets eyes on those bared teeth of his new Warlords, he never takes the white hues off of the action. Valour is herding them closer to Santi and his own teeth bare with savage intent as his paws carry him towards the horned creatures.

Porcelain eyes land on the long throat of the animal, such an easy target. They don’t have too much reach in the front with their hooves unless Santi lets it rear, but he won’t. Runs up and latches onto the things vulnerable throat. His deadly canines grinding, then puncturing into soft flesh. It’s cries are loud and filled with terror, he’s sure it knows it’s last moments are near.

Tearing at the flesh and running beside the goat, he attempts a shake of his head. The angle is weird and the goat rips Santi’s teeth from its throat with a yank of its head. Blood still spews from the wounds and he knows he and Valour are getting the better of it.

Running along side it, Santi continues to nip it’s legs and shoulders. He’s able to easily keep up with it as it’s heart races and tries to runs from the pair. Meanwhile Santi is completely unaware of the raven female skulking around in the bushes.