Starglow Basin a man must have a code

There was a very peculiar smell left behind where the young wolf stooped to sniff, and Saleem had to admit that it did something to him. He'd left @Sylianos behind for the day, knowing his brother needed more rest with his bunged-up leg. For the most part, he'd kept a low profile, not interacting with the others in Verapaz and sticking to his twin's side, breaking away only to grab food for the two of them. He wasn't sure what kind of price this pack was hoping for in exchange for healing Sylianos, but at this point, Saleem knew they didn't have a choice.

It was bitterly cold today, snow falling gently on the hard-packed red earth. The whole place gave Saleem the creeps, but he wasn't about to admit that to anybody—not even his twin. He used a paw to wipe an accruement of snowflakes from his brow, then jogged toward a nearby gnarled tree.

as soto would have it, there was a price - and he comes to saleem now with that cost held at the tip of his tongue.

the boy roves towards a gnarled tree whose roots twisted as if forks of lightning. soto absently notes this would make a good den, and wonders then -- has the season come upon him too?

hola, he salutes with a gruff wave of his tail, pressing his nose towards saleem. venga conmigo.

The guy who had first roped them into this whole ordeal showed up, just as Saleem had expected him to. In all honest, he had expected it to happen sooner. He spoke nonsense again, and the Galanis gave him a dead-eyed stare, wondering if he might repeat himself or actually speak English for once. Only a beat went by before Saleem decided that was long enough to wait.

I don't know what you're saying. Do. Not. Comprehend. To make his point, Saleem pointed with his paw to the guy's mouth, then his own ears, then shrugged his shoulders dramatically. Clearly there was a language barrier here, and the twin wasn't about to learn something new unless he absolutely had to. This guy was going to have to figure out some other way to communicate if he couldn't do it the old-fashioned way.

lmk if the assumption / pp isn't ok <333

communicate soto could, though the boy might not like it.

that dead-eye stare incenses him enough he reaches with powerful front limbs for the boy, to wrap himself around him and commit a series of rough humps to his backside. enough to rock his body and humiliate him, to signal not dominance but the act of which soto very much expects saleem to pursue.

he gives the boy a rough shove away, jerking his head back to the stone quarters where fiamma's scent still wafts. canting his muzzle upwards in a clear gesture of scenting, soto speaks again. fiamma. pointing towards saleem, he speaks again. encontrarla. and then a profane gesture of humping with his hips, a man's rowdy laugh accompanying the sinister glint in his hungry eye.

it's perfect.

Why—ugh—what! Saleem blurted out, quickly overtaken and—the fuck?! Was this guy trying to fuck him?! He gagged, putting several strides between himself and the violator when he was shoved away. He still didn't know exactly what this guy wanted. Maybe all he really wanted was a boy toy, and he was just warming Saleem up for the worst of it. He had, after all, pointed toward his own den before saying the other two words.

I don't understand! Saleem shouted at him. What do you want?! Maybe it was useless to try. Maybe he should just grab Sylianos and get the hell out of here before he was more violently assaulted. He wasn't even sure his twin could run, though, and he certainly wasn't going to take any chances with this guy.

soto's shove sends saleem sailing; the doggerel grin persisting as saleem turns around, his expression outraged.

he shouts his confusion into the air.

perhaps soto should demonstrate more physically?

he rises, a low swagger to his first few steps. embracing the air, soto makes as if he is mounting some invisible woman -- the glinting of his goldcoin eye turned upon saleem.

tu. he points to saleem mid-hump, another laugh pressing against his throat as he stops the arcing of his pelvis and motions back to the stone quarters behind him. fiamma. eh?

standing upright, soto's expression drains of mirth. hazme niños.