Luneshale Pass salgado

Drugs. Well, he won't put it in those exact words when he delivers. He only smiles at the look Soto gives him; he has no need for green, his own drug of choice is just as accessible. Me iré por la mañana.

He snickered at the words that followed. So long as his brother would be safe, he was happy. Espérame, ¿quieres? He repeats words he has spoken to Soto once before, now in a tongue they both understand. The lion grins, nipping at the back of the segundo's legs with the tips of his teeth.

He knows to behave, but a part of him still can't help but tease Soto - the excitement of the language barrier has faded with time, but his hunger has not. Then again, he had come to be sympathetic; why did that part have to be so hard?