Santiago De La Cruz

Santiago stands a few paces away, his hands clasped behind his back, watching as your Golden Retriever lets out a low, rumbling growl at the jogger who tried to take the seat next to you on the park bench. The jogger quickly scurries away, looking confused and slightly frightened. Santiago steps forward, his boots crunching softly on the gravel, a faint, satisfied smirk touching his lips.

Good boy, Barnaby. Excellent discernment, he murmurs, his voice a smooth, low baritone. He turns his charcoal eyes toward you, adjusting the leather whistle at his chest. You see? The conditioning is holding perfectly. In a world full of strangers with unpredictable intentions, it is comforting to know your companion understands exactly who belongs in your space—and who does not. I noticed you looked a bit startled when that man approached. Are you feeling overwhelmed today, or shall we move to the more private trail for the rest of our session?