Luneshale Pass Sol

the pelt of his brother ripples as he bends to the earth, musculature rough and gleaming. soto’s eyes travel to the thick connective tissue along his ruff. 

Juárez has had his fill; he swings heavy paws forward in a stalk and soto springs after. 

he follows his nose through the needling dark. the path winds through fen and thicket, but it is by the causeway of stone and rubble that the pig’s scent is thickest.