Starglow Basin the snake pit

castel is silent under his poking, prodding gaze. though his own rise to meet soto's orange, leering stare and he huffs, shuffling upon paws. sí. is all he says.

as he moves, the morning light shifts, casting him in the rays of dawns verdant touch. his snout is slender, cloaked in shadows and he cannot help but quirk a smirk at the man.

perhaps soto is not so bad after all. perhaps he could get along with soto.

hm. perhaps.

his tail lowers amongst his hocks and he opens the jaws of a snake to speak again, pinning the serpent of verapaz with his flaxen tone. he explorado toda mi vida.