Starglow Basin Lost n Found

Intended to take place shortly after this thread

Beau had left unscathed, and whether because he had been too quick, too smart, or if the other had simply been bluffing he did not know. However, now he was left with a new problem.

He knew where Arslan was, he knew that the lion in fact was not missing but had simply abandoned Verapaz. Whether or not to tell was the question. He was unsure if it mattered, but his curiosity aimed for him to find out.

beau comes back, streaking like a bullet.

soto unwinds himself from lookout point and tracks the boy's trajectory. picking a stony path downwards, he estimates by the time he gets to the stone quarter beau will have crested it.

he comes across the man with his fur in unusual disarray and his breath galloping. soto instinctively inspects for open wounds, his single eye raised. que pasa?

Soto is the first to join him. There is no insult between them now, and he is put to ease by his question.

Lobos en el oasis. He grunts, shaking out his fur. It had been some time since he ran like that. The adrenaline was certainly a good boost, but he had learned better than to take such risks. Encontré a tu león. Parece que un hombre se lo llevó de Verapaz. The resentful part of him pushes the words from his throat.

Él sigue siendo bastante coqueto. The kind way to put things, though 'slut' was hissed under his breath. He had not enjoyed the advances in the least.

a thinning of the herd was only natural in communities; soto reminds himself of this, eyes hard as beau relays news of more subterfuge. 

his lion; the ember flame that once brightened verapaz’s halls with his cocksure prowl. 

ah, well. did not all things come and go so easily? he knows holding onto members is like holding onto water — only fools and tryhards would force a round peg to its square hole. 

decepcionante. soto growls, casting his gaze to the far reaching desert where his lion lays with a new man. se fue por su propia voluntad? 

he’s certain he knows the answer. even so, soto finds himself wondering if a new enemy has made itself known to verapaz.

Beau ponders the question. His interaction with the stranger had been short, but enough to make assumptions.

Casi con la misma voluntad con la que una mujer rica se convierte en prostituta. He decides, the tip of his tail flicking upwards in pure annoyance. El novio es posesivo, eso seguro. También usa los dientes con rapidez.

He was in no rush to return to the oasis anytime soon - not alone at least. Without knowing how many wolves lived within it's borders, he would be stupid to try.

His focus changes now, expression lightening. Leto. ¿Dónde está ella?

the news is poorly cured meat in his mouth. soto turned over the unpalatable mass, a sourness welting his tongue.

another ambitious initiate turned wasteland profligate. soto wonders if it is him. perhaps he is weak and they sense this; perhaps this is why his lion chose to run off with a jackal.

he makes only a noncommittal grunt in response. when his leg feels better, he will find the jackal himself.

leto was a far lovelier topic, and soto welcomes the shift in subject with a shrug. ella esta en su gaurida. but he wonders if beau will find the news of her newfound companion equally unsavory. it was good then, that soto had sent him off to luneshale to scout. dale mis saludos.

His tail waves lightly as they speak of his dove. Entonces iré hacia ella. He speaks, his tone curt though the following words are spoken with a snicker. Pídele que me lama las heridas, ¿sabes?

He turns from Soto now, paws leading him towards the stone quarter.

It is a shame he suffers in silence, but a part of him wonders if the men of Verapaz have rubbed off on him.

Maybe it is what he needs to keep his dove.

go on then, soto wills; see your dove dancing in the foxpit. 

he does not disclose; the omertà is too strong in him - and what liaisons leto indulges in are her own affairs to keep.  

he waves beau off with a half grin; the kind equal marks sarcastic and sardonic. 

he will see soon enough.