Lion Head Mesa borradura

bold, this one — the air around him crackling as fresh white teeth flash in earnest.

soto’s ears flick forward surprised, his solitary eye roving the boy’s handsome figure top to bottom. brio — much of it — emanates in a fiery aura around the yearling. soto has seen spirit of this caliber before — admiring it, even.

does he wish to claim this squalid kingdom? a grin breaks the blackened rout upon soto’s face, a snort of laughter following.

esto? his paws turn palm up in a gesture towards the ruin around them. what use is a squandered realm to the segundo?

puedes tenerlo. the boy was free to it all — but if soto’s estimation was worth anything, he imagined the silversprung youth could find better places to plant his claim.