Two Eyes Cenote what you expect from me when you're disrespectin' me?

He had followed that strong flower-scent until the redsand became stone, and the scrub grass showed no sign of flowerbuds to offer such a thing; he knew he was on the right trail when he found a discarded shaft of green tipped with yellow, and lingered over it to sniff and study. Afterwards with a snort, Drusk looked for his next path.

There were animal trails between some of the stones; he could make out the scratch-marks of claws having dragged their way through, and when he went to wedge himself between these stones he found himself struggling, and frustrated, but correct as well. There were many scents: birds, rodents, coyote; even some that he might call wolf.

He is reminded of the mountain-people.

The boy stalks to another section of stonework and lifts his leg to relieve himself, unaware that he does so upon a stele marked for Muat-Riya—and when the air is ripe with the scent of himself, he feels contented, and prowls further.