Bearclaw Valley bear with me

The massive being continues closer to to the other, thought instead of going straight for him he circles to the smaller’s left. Water drips from his thick legs as his wet paws smack against the river bank. Head raises high enough he laughs and finally stops in his tracks.

Peering down at him intently he cocks a single brow. “You look like you’re about to do something irrational.” He jokes, his deep accented voice rolling out the words. 

Then he steps closer, towering over the smaller, Fox-like wolf. “I’m not lost and I’m sure you’re not either.” He comments, idly walking closer, head leveling out with his body. 


Again he doesn’t go straight towards him, rather he goes to circle him. Sidling behind the other, he gives his tail a hard stare. “Que lindo, would be a shame if you became food.” He laughs. “I suppose you’re lucky I’m not hungry.” He says as a way to let the other know he has no intentions of eating him.

With that comment, he reaches down, teeth showing frighteningly and gives the plume of the end of his tail a tug. The motion quick and painless, but more to annoy or scare the other, or perhaps just give Santi something to do. His smirk appears back on his maw right afterwards, thriving on his reactions.