Luneshale Pass [m] conozco a tipo

Finally, there is that voice calling to them.

By now Thiago's body has been without the drug for long enough that he's almost okay, but he's also alone; unaware of where his brother Carlos ended up.

He had wandered everywhere in search of the cartel, or herbs, or food — and that call, that was something holy to behold.

Thiago descends upon the gathering people, most of which are familiar, with his tail tucked tightly to his belly; but by all other accounts he is gregarious.

Open-mouth panting, reaching with every step, and crowding too close to each person, as if to check they're real.