Otter Creek Malvado

Intended for @T.K. ^^

The lowlands had occupied his attention for some time. It had a plethora of the herbs he would need to keep his stocks full and the residents happy. At around midday, Juárez ventured north. The cut of the mountain range was his guide, leading him further toward the inevitable coastline. Miles from it, though, he could see nothing but the shift from red rock to green lush forests and valleys.

On the edge of the water, Juárez stopped and drank. Water dribbled from his scarred mouth, down his chin. His tongue swiped to collect the remains before he waded into the chilly creek and breathed heavily through his nose. Birds twittered overhead, flying above the jaguar with rapid beating wings.