Lion Head Mesa borradura

And there he laughed again, and though the yearling could tell it was almost without malice this time, his teeth tightened nonetheless. To have a home to return to was a privilege, did he know that?

Emilio was confident enough in himself to survive alone, but that didn't mean he wanted to. Part of him missed roughhousing his brother, sneaking into the palace when no one was looking. What use was misbehaving when there was no one to witness it? It took the fun out of it, honestly.

"No me gustan fantasmas."

He could not stay here, at least. Rising to his paws, he followed in the wake of Soto.

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