Starglow Basin Serpent

Castel felt Leto’s warmth pressed to him, the soft brush of her fur as she tried to sway whatever judgment awaited.

Her show of loyalty was useful—he’d keep that in mind.

His amber gaze drifted to Soto, who stood there like a puppet-master, expecting a performance. Castel’s ears twitched at the question—es algo gracioso?—but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he let a slow, measured smirk settle on his muzzle.

Castel had no interest in playing the docile guest. He had come here to gain, not to beg. He tipped his chin slightly, posture smooth but coiled tight with subtle tension.

An overt challenge would be foolish yet—he needed footing. But he could still show teeth, let them feel his hunger and watch for the cracks in their trust. He looked at Soto through quiet eyes. “¿Prefieres que te haga una reverencia, amigo?”