Two Eyes Cenote waltz

tiye had only recently opened her eyes, albeit reluctantly, and already she wishes to see more. when she wasnt looking at the sedimentary mounds who sometimes dared to approach, (even after she's shown them her ferocious fangs!) she was looking to a brightness up ahead. sometimes, she would see dark, tall figures pass through and even enter the nursery. but only one brought milk: mama!
the others were still strangers to her. none brought milk, so she held little interest to get to know them.
little tiye has learned that there is only one mama, and that puts her above all the rest.

now, the babe wriggles away from the warmth of the bed. all the while wailing and what could be howling if not restrained to the windpipes of the cub — for what? not even she knew.

he'd gotten his feet beneath him before his eyes opened, so when that inevitability occurred, kiyya was a force to be reckoned with indeed! his ambulatory body was a little bumper car against his siblings, the walls, his mother—but he didn't know it until recently, and was thrilled when vision became a permanent upgrade.

when tiye managed to escape the puddle of bodies, kiyya was envious beyond all conceivable measure! he teetered and tottered, but once he was up he was chasing after her - little mouth babbling nonsense the whole way after her, as if his command would make her obedient and cow her to his will.

instead, as he tripped and went face-first towards her esteemed roundness, he got a mouthful of his sister's butt.

one of the ugly mounds commanded she stayed put and even pursued after her! she babbles back, growling at the stumbling kiyya. an unlady-like spittle forms at the corners of her round snout but that is the least of her concerns when suddenly something (or someone) chomps down on her butt. ouch!!
she can no longer move — not without dragging along kiyya. and quickly the cub gets to work on smacking her brother's head until he lets go from his clutches. the demanding babbling rapids, overflowing from the tiny girl. and she was so close to the bright light ahead!
each clumsy slap is followed by a howl for rescue from her brother — who seemingly already yearns for the taste of meat. so much so that the bastard would go as far as to try eating her!

it wasn't like he wanted to eat ass, here.

tiye reacted in the only appropriate way: violently and with great emphasis. her screeching was one form of assault, the kicking and punching was another. it didn't take much before kiyya gave up his hold, and when he did that he crowed with surprise at the continued slapping from his sister. it was so unfair! he had only wanted her to stay with the others, where they could be warm and happy together.

what was more important than that?

there would be no such thing as warmth in tiye's presence. its sweaty! and now her butt smells of kiyya's breath — as if her own smelled any different.

free from the clutches of kiyya and satisfied with her beatdown of him, the coywolf cub babbles her way out from the nursery and bathes in the light she decided today to pursue. whether her troublesome brother would join her is up to him — if he wanted to risk another professional wrestling-level smackdown.

well, there she went.

kiyya didn't have the desire to chase after her, at first. she'd done a good job of smacking his face around and when she left him there, he sank in to a pout and melted in to his puppy fat, frowning.

between chasing tiye and finding his way backwards, the easier option was simply to go where his sister had gone, in to the light, even if it seemed like the wrong thing to do. the boy sniffles, gathering phlegm a few times and trying his best to get back to his feet.

fat, gobby tears cling to his lash line as he waddles in to the light, and when he feels the warmth of the sun upon his face he squints in to it, feeling those same tears finally pop free and roll down his cheeks. somewhere ahead of him was tiye, but there was no way for kiyya to see through his baby blues.

kiyya follows each wobbling steps she left behind, struggling to find them. tiye huffs, though it wasn't like she knew where she headed either. when she approaches and bumps into him, she feels the wetness of his cheeks — milk? she gives his cheek a lick before realizing that this was not milk. it didn't smell like milk nor mama. her disappointment is immeasurable, and her day is ruined.

she does not bop kiyya on the nose again for this indiscretion. whatever he was leaking out was enough to stop her from doing so. it tasted weird, so it must be bad. probably.