Luneshale Pass salgado

the grin briefly brightening his face fades quickly. safiya is strong, but she is young. he knows she is ready to prove herself -- against a world that would eat her as indifferently as a large bass gulps down a mayfly.

she -- and the kemals of the world -- must be protected. he knows this. and on some level, he thinks arslan knows this too.

wait for me, will you?  soto's single eye flicks back to the lion in bemusement as he reaches for a limb.

soto has not been touched willingly in a long time, and the brief contact inspires an appetite in him that he obliterates as quickly as one smothers out a smoky camp fire. vaya con dios. he quips after the lion, driving a forceful nip towards auburn haunch with his tail arcing jauntily above him.

two can play that game, but he's not certain arslan would like the stakes.