Luneshale Pass colina

leto would find most men disappointing. 

soto drank in her features. he understood the jaguar’s attraction to her; she was not made of sharp edges or crafted ruinous by poor experience with other men. by all accounts he saw her as tabula rosa; his — or the cartel’s — clay to shape. 

he strides closer, tail low. his posture may be disarming, but soto’s eyes are anything but. 

women may endure fewer expectations here, but the cartel has the finesse of a cudgel; man or woman, no one lives here for free. 

he wonders what use she will serve as he comes to stand before her.