Dahozhoni Meadow I can feel it gettin' near

not only did the grow fast, they grew large. soto has no blood-ties to the children of leto's womb, but they are a part of verapaz and therefore, a part of him. 

un lobo no es nada sin su manada. soto replies succinctly, quickly brushing aside feelings before they became sentimental and mushy. it was not his preference to display these things, but he understood leto was cut of a softer, finer material that would fray if abraded. 

good work. he flips tongue, scanning the brittle grasses in the distance. ellos pronto tomarán omertà.