Haunted Wood Selfish lover at night

Santiago’s ruined ears perk at the howl that rings through them. A howl from none other than Vanity. He’s begun recognizing his pack members howls over time. He’s not far, for he’s able to make it to the grotto in no time.

Turning a corner of rough rock to see the she-wolf come into view. Slowing his gait to a trot and eventually to a languid walk coming up to face her. “Vanity.” He greets lowly. Realizing the aura is off and he quirks a brow. “Everything alright?”