Luneshale Pass at the serpent's behest

the way she slams the vixen into the dirt is almost theatrical, a grotesque display of power that makes castel’s smirk twitch wider. what the hell is she? he wonders, not in disgust but in genuine curiosity. she’s crude, ugly, and undeniably efficient.

she settles over the broken body like a predator at the top of the food chain.

he knows this thing probably doesn't speak he and soto's language, yet he calls out anyway. brutal, pero efectivo. no se ve todos los días.