Two Eyes Cenote if everyone’s confused;

Your gods? Reverie echoed, curiosity in her voice even as she withered slightly under the woman's annoyance. Her ears tilted back. She kept Blossom close to her, shivering a little in the wake of the bird's call, but her eyes were only for the coyote woman.
She didn't know much about coyotes, really. Her parents had always hated them, but Reverie had never seen the sense in it. After all, they mingled with dogs, who were arguably more foreign; less suited to the wilds than coyotes. And so Reverie herself held no particular prejudice against them, aside perhaps an ingrained wariness regarding the safety of her daughter. She knew what often happened to an unattended wolf pup in the presence of a coyote.