Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

Kemal was a committed worker bee as of late, walking the borders of the pass with such consistency that you would think he was watching for someone coming to rip it from him. For those living in Verapaz, it was easy to deduce that he was watching for his brother. Leandros had been gone for some time now. Too long.

He had renewed one of the many scent markings not so long ago, it would still be fresh; and yet something in his gut made him want to look back.

It was dark and the wind was not on his side, something could have slipped past. Kemal paused entirely, turning his head to look back.