Luneshale Pass pantano

here comes the cavalry, red and bruised. soto’s barely got time to register his paramour’s arrival before a second thing comes to the scene, gurgling with incoherent laughter as she streaks towards sangre. 

sangre’s new, but she’s not to be fucked with. 

soto has the same idea as niño, but niño gets there first. probably for the better, in the child’s case. 

cooler heads might prevail, but soto’s tempted to take advantage of the temporary distraction and leap to khusobek’s throat. make a hole of it. matter of fact, make multiple holes to play around with later. 

he’s torn. 

but with sangre between him and khusobek, niño holding the child aloft like a sacrificial offering, and the wildling at sangre’s ankles, soto makes his move. 

he lunges for the unhealthy looking she-wolf, aiming for her neck as she bent down towards sangre’s hocks. if the child being imperiled doesn’t paralyze khusobek in his steps, perhaps seeing his ally between soto’s teeth might drain the blood right out from him.