Luneshale Pass delphyne

as verapaz' resident shit-starter would have it, soto was en route to leto -- this time with a pale trout hung limp between his teeth.

he paused as he saw the den's guardian, single eye roving as the speck of a boy patrols. something about his expression informs soto he's either grumpy or hungry.

with the trout held just above puppy head level, soto dangles it towards apollo, muscles tense and ready to pull it just out of reach if the boy tried taking a swing at his mother's meal.