Luneshale Pass Paws Up, Square Up, Baby Let's go

she follows.

soto listens to the regularity of her light step, and wishes things were not so. 

he would never be her father -- he could never replace the gaping hole in her heart. knowing this, soto's chest sinks like iron.

he turns abruptly upon her with a flash of teeth - she had followed dutifully, but how closely was she paying attention?

this was one of many lessons soto would see he taught her first, before some other filthy bitch did -- think, observe, act, yes -- but above all, remain in a constant state of vigilance.