Redsand Canyon Depredador

Juárez chuckled at the woman's question. Why was it always weather? Weather was unpredictable and constantly changing. If he charted his courses based on those fleeting days of sunshine or rain, he would have gone nowhere. He would be nothing. 


El sol es mi hermano. 

The jaguar stirred slightly, shifting so that his belly pressed to the ground and he appeared perfectly relaxed. Almost inviting with the way he watched her. Almost hungry in the dark red of his eyes. 

And you, mujer pálida? Are you here to hide from the sun?