Two Eyes Cenote Old school, young jam.

Towhee nodded to acknowledge the coyote’s words, then focused on climbing up the narrow footpath. As she carefully placed each footstep, she mused about how she was fraternizing with a coyote. She felt like Towhee of yore never would’ve done such a thing, though she supposed she’d changed in a lot of ways over the years.

S’ari reached the cusp first, Towhee jumping out right behind her. Her fur was still damp from her dip, so she stepped a few yards away to give herself a proper shake. The sun had set, leaving only the smallest stain of orange along the western horizon. The night sky was filled with clouds, otherwise Towhee knew there’d be a great view of the stars.

I’m just gonna, she announced, flopping right where she stood, snout pointed toward S’ari. So, where do you live? she asked conversationally in the next breath.

It was too dark to explore underground caverns, though the night was still young. Towhee wouldn’t mind chewing the fat with S’ari a bit, supposing she had nothing better to do than hang around and yap with a middle-aged wolf.