Haunted Wood You Never Know

The other male comes to a screeching halt and a cloud of dust assaults Santiago’s nostrils. He huffs a breath out through his nose and shakes his head in a type of sneeze. When the cloud settles the taller side eyes Memory a smirk appearing on his maw. Santi knows the rabbit is lost to them, neither are small enough to fit into the crevices of the little cave.

Then the wolf shoves Santi to the side as he digs like his life depends on it. A grimace appears on his face briefly before he turns his potential aggression into something more beneficial. His smirk splits into one with teeth and he growls out a devilish chuckle.

“That rabbits gone. But I see that you wanna fight, amigo. Let’s go.” He challenges confidently and buts his thick skull against the others shoulder roughly as he digs.