Lion Head Mesa borradura

Despite his display of threat, the stranger remained steadfast and the boy felt a whisper of doubt within him. Was he not scary enough? Why was he not afraid? Should there be anything to find here, Emilio sought to remind him that the mesa was his to salvage first.

Teeth snapped empty air and he took a prickly step towards the man, fur softening only slightly as he spoke a tongue he was familiar with. There would be no need to translate - something the yearling had found increasingly difficult in his isolation - so long as the stranger was fluent enough.

"Emilio," meeting his gaze with a hard stare of his own. "Yo estaba aquí primero."