Luneshale Pass [m] es la otra mano

The jaguar lingered not far behind his brother. The blood of his eyes searched the young wolf with an unreadable expression. The boy had always been loyal. And loyalty was not easily won. 

Niño... Juárez spoke in a rough voice. It had been many months since they had last seen the greasy-haired runner. At least he hadn't gone and gotten himself killed. Some small blessing, perhaps. The boy looked a bit uglier than he last had. Not that it mattered. They were all ugly on the inside.