Starglow Basin ícaro

“Where is your mother, Nokht?” The ocelote asks next, images turning over the coyote. She bore no resemblance to this kit, and it left the question of why he was here pulling in the mind. Was he merely a child of circumstance, another victim in the drug war? Or did Soto have a plan for this one?

His eyes draw from the anxious face to the splintered leg, mouth tensing. “Looks painful. We’ll have that cleaned up.”