Two Eyes Cenote Playground

The cenote cradled the gremlin. She paced in circles on the sands, perched atop an overlooking dune adorned with dead shrubs that were all too fitting for worked paws. Those lanky limbs did not stop moving, small chuffs of a hyenas laugh bubbling in a whine from her throat. Attention! Attention! She waned attention. Daylight ran hot on her skin.

 Her face pushed roughly against the ground as she stroked her own cheek. She rolled against it. Shivers of her tail wrote out in lettering her love of it. Again, she paced in slow circles, eyes giving advanced surveys, and all the while with her same whiney, near needy chorts. And she would take anything. Everything.