Dahozhoni Meadow Don't really care what they would say, I'm asking you to stay

something moves across the dull landscape as if pursued. soto slinks after it. 

it’s svelte, a pretty color - the scent conflicting enough that soto does not immediately close the distance. 

another girl might borrow trouble — but it might whet the jaguar’s appetite further, keeping his attentions divided to where soto preferred them; buried in the soft meat of captive lovers. 

it’s not his nature to approach men: they are too headstrong, too stupid - but soto’s curious just what swings this skulking cat by its tail.