Lion Head Mesa borradura

Something sparked in Emilio's chest at Soto's next words. Too young to take it seriously - yeah right! "Ya no soy un niño," his haunches met the ground with an indignant huff; there was little point in trying to intimate the man anymore and so the yearling continued to sulk.

But whatever Soto knew, it seemed he did not wish to share beyond a few cryptic phrases, though it spiked his curiousity nonetheless. The man's display was met with a sneer of his own as the boy let his gaze wander absentmindedly to the cloud of dust kicked up by a blackened paw. 

Too late did he realise Soto had turned to leave. 

"¡Espera!" Hind legs tense, ready to intercept. "¿Adónde vas?"