Two Eyes Cenote [m] hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

For several minutes, Talis didn’t venture any closer. He looked around, assessing his surroundings, trying to ignore his bad case of cotton mouth. But when he heard what sounded like scurrying footsteps, his arctic blue eyes cut forward again. He deliberated a moment, then decided to tiptoe closer and look inside, like a boy gazing down into a well.

“Hey!” a voice cried as his eyes darted around the impressive chamber down below, filled with sweetwater. “What the fuck!”

Sorry! he blurted mindlessly, backpedaling away from the sinkhole’s edge before he could get a proper glimpse of the speaker.

In fact, he pivoted and hastily galloped a hundred yards or so. The young coyote then slowed and whirled around to face the cenote again, waiting for her—he was almost certain the voice had been feminine—to emerge. His heart beat hard against his ribs as another apology waited on the tip of his tongue.