Two Eyes Cenote adamantium

Beneath the fold of willowy limb and the wrap of tail over the bridge of her nose, she’d been composing silently in her mind the letter to Senmut when pressing feet bid her to rise.

Tavina appears in the threshold of the storeroom, but then there is a second-

A coyote.

The hebsut's stomach clenches, her eyes fight to find a single place to focus, lapping between doctor and stranger before molding into rigid self-possession.

“Hello,” comes gently.