Starglow Basin buscando

Soto's trail had gone cold - or, perhaps, Emilio had simply lost it. Somewhere between the mesa and the desert, the boy had found himself alone but here, at the cusp of a flat valley, his scent grew strong again. Would the man remember him? There was much to be learned about this place, for a boy of the mountains. 

His pelt was thick from winter, shielding him from the evening chill as paws come to kick absent-mindedly at a jackrabbit's skull. "@Soto?" came the crow's expectant howl. If the man was here, Emilio would see him - he would make sure of it.