Luneshale Pass Sol

he plucks a fat locust from a waving strand of rhodes seed-head, crushing the juicy meat between his teeth. juarez drinks ahead, his pantherine form hunched over silvery water.

soto draws besides him. the heat of the day already so oppressive he feels it wrap around his throat.

they’d decided luneshale would be made theirs. it’s close to another pack, but the oasis is nearby, and it’s prime growing locale for the green. soto glances past the jaguar, measuring the sun and the soil for where best to make camp.