Luneshale Pass I've been trying to lay my head down

Soto comes to him. It feels strange, for they do not speak often.

The word the segundo speaks is not familiar to him, his Spanish fairly weak, so he follows the gestures instead.

Moving slow he lifts the bundle over to the clay, holding it above and glancing back to Soto as though to ask 'here?'

He hoped that this would not be much of a puzzle. Having someone witness you having to soak your sore, puma-torn ass, was already pretty embarrassing.