Luneshale Pass the colour of led

the boy stays stock still as soto works his nose through pale fur. soto ranked the maladies he knew in his mind: the boy didn't smell sick, but he looks like shit.

where's leto?

before he can call for her, he sees a flash of chestnut red in his periphery. the oxen-boy comes at him like a swung fist, teeth clashing with his front leg.

a firebrand! such spirit! soto bites back the laugh, seeking to place his other paw upon the boy's shoulders and briefly immobilize him. bajate un cambio.

hoping that's enough to subdue him, soto loosens a bark for leto.