Starglow Basin Re_jaded.

soto jerks his head up as an impatient howl winds up the thin air around lookout point. by the time he’s picked his way down the broken slope, he scents sangre’s already beaten him there. 

this is fine with soto; if it’s an ambush, he’d prefer her skin over his own. nothing personal, just business — but as he slinks warily towards them he realizes the caller is none other than the woman he’d sent for. 

he’s pleased to see her. he’d hoped — for his own selfish reasons — she’d come with company of the underage variety. her sides are unaccompanied, but soto’s eye lingers along the underside, trying to decipher if at any point she’d nursed this season. 

sangre’s reception confuses him - there is no mistaking the congeniality there, and now that they are stood side by side, soto observes stark parallels. 

his eye glitters. sweeping upon them and doing his best to disguise the lingering ache in his wounded haunch, soto grins. tu viniste.