Serpent Lake Caza

The dark woman greeted him in return. She spoke the common language. Most of them seemed to, in these unfamiliar lands. It was of little concern to him. She did not look like she had been born in the southern heat. And though he had happened upon many Mexican men and women in his travels, he always held a glimmer of hope that he would find one of his kin out in the faraway places he discovered. 

¿No hablas español? the jaguar inquired, head canted curiously to the right.