Starglow Basin a man must have a code

as soto would have it, there was a price - and he comes to saleem now with that cost held at the tip of his tongue.

the boy roves towards a gnarled tree whose roots twisted as if forks of lightning. soto absently notes this would make a good den, and wonders then -- has the season come upon him too?

hola, he salutes with a gruff wave of his tail, pressing his nose towards saleem. venga conmigo.