Starglow Basin Re_jaded.

there is silence. soto is accustomed to it, but this one seems practiced.

the women exchange glances. sangre finally speaks -- as if she were waiting for some hidden cue.

soto parses this out slowly, his eye illuminating on the part of towhee he'd held last. his amazon -- his warrior. he had forgotten how chiseled the ripple of her muscles appeared; the scars along her hip traced a route soto would enjoy traveling again.

sangre has a look soto cannot place. he studies her face, marveling how so many emotions could be echoed in the single lens of a canid eye. here was his killbrother's bitch -- now soto's last link to a man that he cannot evict from his thoughts. and she was more than that; she had somehow ingrained under his own skin through trauma and hardship, as much a part of him as the two ghosts that squabbled for pissing rights in his brain.

he looks to sangre, expecting translation -- but he's certain the amazon had just asked a question.

porque. ella es fuerte. she is strong. and if that was not good enough an answer, soto tacks on: ella es impresionante. she is impressive. 

would sangre disagree?