Starglow Basin i have it out

Osiel shares his west-facing cave with a bull snake. These are the sorts of bedfellows exhumed from this region of the desert. Scant, and isolated. Miles of treacherous land with minimal cover. Scorching, until the twilight hours, when blue skies darken to a pitch-black, and the air turns to freezing.

But the basin had the right altitude, soil acidity, and rainfall to grow the green. Something he and Soto agreed upon. And high above on his rocky bluff, Osiel has an unobstructed view of the surrounding flatlands.

It is why he stands at the prow of his den, watching a lone figure draw closer.

And closer; he starts to see a distinction threading the brush and thick arms of joshua trees.

The ocelote treads down from his seat and edges out towards the silver, tail stiff with crowing authority.