Luneshale Pass fear the reaper

why does he do it?

habit, soto supposes. the question at face value was innocent enough - but it reaches deep in the segundo, bringing to life old memories and old blood. 

what other purpose was there? to have children, to raise a family, to lead a pack of mindless hunters that went from peak to peak in pursuit of brainless prey. these things didn’t appeal to soto; this life was all he knew. 

he set back from the rows, nose twitching as he watches her pass between pylons of sunlight. fiamma would have liked her - juarez, maybe not so much. 

purpose. his monosyllablic answer fell short of amicable conversation but his eye remains sharp upon her, as he scents trace amounts of fever or sickness he cannot place.