Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

As they drink together the older male continues to keep eyes on Clarence. The boy is sensitive at the moment no doubt. Raising his head he watches the other dip himself into the water and he cocks a brow. “You’re gonna be cold tonight, amigo.” He comments as the other bravely dips his body in the stream.

Santi’s silver eyes are akin to the moon as he gazes upon the other. The crimson that seems so black in the dim light is beginning to wash off that silver coat of his. He disappoints himself when he realizes that he doesn’t want to see the wolf dogs own blood staining his white fur; he wants to see the blood of others staining it.

As the other seems cleaned off Santi grins and backs away from the shoreline as he’s sure the other will shake the water from his pelt. “After you’re done, we’ll head to the dens. Medicine can wait ‘till tomorrow.”