Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

And what had he to show for it? Blood? Graves? The ocelote is listening, seated as Soto rises to speak of systems and gifts. He sees a greater consumption of anger in the leopard than anguish.

Anger he could work with.

"Sí sí, el protocolo," he scowls, "En Sayula todo gira en torno al protocolo. Aquí no. Aquí se trata de relaciones personales," to his hips slides the agouti man, a play of interest in the gleaming eyes that level with Soto.

"Dirijo negocios. Puedo ayudar con los problemas, leopardo. Pero no estoy familiarizado con Naaghai. No puedo darme el lujo de hacerlo solo. Como estás dos abajo, tampoco te lo puedes, permitir."

Now, a curious eye, awaiting accordance. “Establezcamos una relación personal, Soto.”