Two Eyes Cenote adamantium

Tavina, he memorized, glancing up at her cunning features only briefly, the doctor. Talisman dropped his gaze again and nodded, of course recognizing Eset’s name and even her title. And when she bade him follow, he fell into step just behind her, a little thrill shooting through him.

Tavina gave him his first order of sorts. Fighting a smile he would never be able to explain to anyone else, he bobbed his head and moved to the water’s edge. He took care to rinse in between his toes and then dry each russet paw with a dainty shake.

It’s nice to meet you, by the way, he said as he straightened again, prepared for their next steps.

Talisman said nothing else. He didn’t want to speak out of turn, either as potential or actual fellahin. The coyote smiled quietly to himself, wondering what Regipre would think of him if she could see him now. He suddenly felt certain, down to the very marrow of his bones, that her blood in his veins had somehow guided him to this place.