Luneshale Pass de asentamiento

The inner-workings of Soto's band was still largely a mystery to the mountain boy, but he understood one thing for sure. No longer did they frequent the basin, but a rocky pass instead, much to Emilio's approval. Here, the terrain was much like he was used to.

Picking his way carefully over pale stone and shale, he cocked his leg to mark a rather stunted looking bush as his nose lifted to scent the air. Rabbit, deer; and wolves he was yet to meet. Slinking low, he began to follow a trail of one such unknown.