Two Eyes Cenote adamantium

As with The Tribe, Talisman learned all he could that day with @Inji et al, then took some time to ponder what he should do. He felt called to Muat-riya… but what about Zoug and the rest? The young coyote didn’t know the protocol for this situation. He should probably tell them he was leaving, though he suspected they wouldn’t like that much. It made him hesitate.

He hesitated so long, it felt like too long. Some part of Talis knew he was being a coward as he slunk from his respite near the foot of the mesa. The Tribe had taken him in and taught him a lot. He owed them an explanation, especially Zoug. But he quailed when he considered the elder’s possible disappointment. He couldn’t face it.

He came to the edge of the cenote, forcibly redirecting his thoughts forward. His stomach fluttered. He was the scion of the humble zafra, Regipre, who’d served the cougar Shardul. Talisman felt destined to step into his proper place as a fellahin. That was all that mattered now. He would not look back.

Talis squinted his pale eyes against the glare and found a dark shape seated at the edge of one of the sinkholes. He didn’t recognize her, nor could he tell if she was coyote or wolf. Either way, she was surely a denizen of Muat-riya. The young coyote yipped a low note to announce his presence to her.