Lion Head Mesa borradura

Unflinching as ever, Emilio watched almost self-consciously as the man's eyes surveyed him as if he were a hunter inspecting a meal. But still, he saw no fear in his posture, not even an ounce of intimidation in fact.

What did he see in him if not a force to be reckoned with? Dismay, disbelief, as laughter echoed from rock to rock and the boy felt his ears droop in a dramatic pout. 

"Te ríes de mí. ¿Por qué?" He was not wrong; beyond the stench of damp there was nothing here beneath the rubble that Emilio could see of value. Perhaps then, the urge to claim was more self-satisfactory than it was out of hunger or plain interest. ¿Qué sabes de este lugar?"