Starglow Basin You're The Devil In Disguise

He had come to be with Leto, yet the woman paid little attention to him. Her mind was elsewhere, wandering and much too busy. He had brought her gold, offered her the affection she craved, took notice when she changed her coat.

Now he lay on his side, lazing about as he awaited her return. At times he felt a temptation to leave, but he simply could not. Not without her. He had abandoned those he loved once, and he would not repeat such a mistake.

Expectations of him had not been set, and so he was content this way. He would leave to hunt on occasion, but otherwise he was left waiting for Leto as though his very life depended on her.

soto could not profess to know the inner workings of his clan, but this wolf -- a package deal with leto -- perplexes him.

he limps out from the stone quarter and finds the man languishing. brow raised, the segundo approaches. qué estás haciendo?

A man approaches, the one who had once been introduced to him as Soto. Leto spoke well of him, and so Beau made a point not to carry any ill will.

He had watched Leto struggle with the tongue of many of her pack members, and it had left Beau grateful for what of it he shared. Something he had picked up by chance. He was nowhere near fluent, but it was enough.

While he did not move, he eyed the wolf as he spoke to him. "Espera." Waiting. That was his simple answer. What for was obvious in his mind; her.

he waits. it does not take soto long to figure out for who.

his gaze travels the length of this man’s frame. verapaz has no shortage of eye pleasing wolves; niño would have been so out of place here.

thinking of him brings his ghost to the surface. soto ignores the things el grasoso says, focusing instead on leto’s longing paramour.

me la follé, ya sabes. soto lies; it’s niño coming out in him.

besides, he wants to see this man’s face — he could use a good laugh.

Begging that wordreference is not lying to me rn, apologies for my poor grammar LMAO

As he carefully deciphers the words, Beau feels a sense of irritation fall over him. He knows Leto is far from shy with men, he knows she followed one here. He cannot allow himself to grow jealous. But who is he to speak of her in such a way?

Now Soto has his attention, Beau lifting his head to get a proper look at the other. "¿Tuviste que drogarla?" The question is blunt, the intention cruel. "¿O Leto simplemente extrañó a tu hermano?"

He pulls from what he has been told by the woman, of the business of Verapaz and the events leading to her joining. For a moment he feels guilty - she had confided in him. It may not have been for him to share.

His intention is to remain collected, but his body is far more honest than he is. A lashing tail speaks louder than a calm face.