Haunted Wood We’re All Out For Blood Now

Santi’s eyes, as silver and as sharp as a blade, gaze over to her and he raises brows along with the smile he has at the females laughter. “Only sometimes.” He answers back with a chuckle. Then as she hops towards him enthusiastically and bites at cheek his smile grows wider. She’s in quite the good mood today. The wolf thinks to himself.

His nun of a tails gives a few puny, borderline useless wags as her playful body language and tone allows him to lighten up. Now even he wants to go at it. Now that Santi thinks about it, he’d love a good spar and she does make a valid point. So, why not?

At this point a grin bestows itself on his raven muzzle and his eyes gleam devilishly. “A spar it is then.” He says, enthusiastically running towards her as she jumps away. His paw juts out playfully looking to hit her in the shoulder and give a good shove, though only lucky will know if he hits or misses.