Dragoncrest Cliffs it was still september

the grin on val’s face fell away as he stepped close to what he assumed was the pair playing. the boy’s voice was tinged with concern and the way cayetano was so still —

he sped forward, alarmed for the boy’s safety. lafayette! val gently nudged lafayette from the man’s body and nosed along cayetano’s spine, ears straining hopefully for a heartbeat that wasn’t there.

he listened for several seconds, a frown worrying his expression. cayetano’s body was cold — and the fish alongside him dried stiff in morbid repose. 

how was this possible?

i think you should step away, lafayette, val said quietly, mournful eyes solemn. he could not bring himself to look at cayetano too close. tipping back his head, val for @Mireille or @Chacal. a chill clamped his chest as he wedged himself between lafayette and the body, his guard hairs standing like quills down his spine.