Shy Deer Steppes Snakes Among Wolves

Consuming the last bits of his meal his ruined ears swivel and his eyes catch something black off in the near distance. He savagely downs the remainder of his newly caught snake and begin a trail towards it, ever curious.

As he closes in he notices it’s a wolf and naturally a horribly devious grins stretches his maw. Now he is merely thirty feet away from the other, apparently a she-wolf. One with pups as well. 

Santi hums and tilts his head. “Are you lost?” He jokes at the irony of the situation because he’s sure he’s more lost than she is, but of course he can’t let her know that. Those heavy paws carry his closer and his black leathery nose attempt give an attempt to sniff her. “Dónde está su familia?” He asks voice deep, accent rolling over the syllables with ease and of course that same shit eating grin. 

Though he’s not an absolutely horrible monster (sometimes) he wouldn’t kill a mother unless particularly necessary. He’s genuinely curious as to why she’s wondering around these arid lands. Perhaps searching for food? “You are a part of a pack, no? I smell it on you.”