Rosewater Oasis Sol

Juárez watched his brother, followed his body language. The jaguar lowered his head and prowled toward Soto, dropping his snout to sniff at the earth. The smell of pig was strong enough - strong enough to follow a trail.

A glint of his exposed teeth showed as Juárez lifted his head and drank on the wind.

They would hunt. He took to following the tracks with a swift pace - rippling muscle with each stride.