Starglow Basin We're bad people and we do bad things

Hard eyes are drawn from the flat valley to the red face of the cazador. She speaks with conviction, moreso a genuine desire to cease violence. She seems convinced. Osiel is not. 

“You know how it ended, sí. You and Soto in bad shape. I have no intentions of sending you back there, Tierra Redhawk. At present, Verapaz has nothing to offer. No trained diplomats to negotiate. You place a high value on one voice. The voice of a woman who last month attacked their kin. Stole their child.”

Their cazador was not expendable. More assured of this is he after hearing her mind. The ocelote remains unswayed.