Luneshale Pass Sol

after Juárez crested the bank, soto followed. he bent where his brother had and drank of the rich scent deposits there, that spoke of a vibrant tapestry of life visiting these shores. 

the jaguar moved off with a snicker, the rasp of his song floating through the banks of the arroyo. while soto could often be regaled to join, this time he remained silent — for a particular scent caught his attention. 

he moved after it with a flick of his tail towards his brother; look here, it said — where the fresh track of a young hog left perfect imprints in the clay.