Sky Mesa Ladrón

Niño was a good boy. He did as he was told. 

Their prey had been alerted and the two from Muat-riya were attempting to flee. The pass made that difficult for them. And before more than a breath had passed from his flared, dark nostrils, Niño was upon the male and was aiming his jagged fangs in precise and unyielding snaps. Ivory bullets in the barrel of a man who knew his purpose. 

The jaguar pursued the young one. Juárez too, a man who knew his purpose. The languid ripple of his muscle reflected the confidence of him. Rolling gold and black that took chase after the young girl. Bloodied eyes that glinted with amusement and thrill. 

The chase was always the best part. The scent of fear would bring him to the edge of absolute pleasure.