Storm Watch Butte Give me liberty

Leto.

Castel smiled, a glasgow grin that reached from his lips to his eyes. They gleamed upon her, washing over her, taking in every little detail she offered him.

His tail swished, before thumping upon the rocky ground beneath him. "Verapaz?" The name of the pack lilted upon his tongue. It was fitting.

Felt natural. Castel was intrigued.

“Me? Castel is just passing through.” His eyes flicked up to meet hers, an unreadable glint in them.

“If you’re wondering whether I’m staying, querida...” He paused, grin widening, “It depends.”