Two Eyes Cenote Silence is a virtue so they say

cameo!

Although the proximity in which Kheti held his mother could be mistaken for affection, more often than not Inji's velcro son was simply the laziest of his siblings. However, that was not to say he did not love his mother, for it was shown in the way his mouth gently gummed her teats even when he was not hungry and his cries when he could not feel her warmth at his side.

Tucked neatly among the bed-furs, he was content to slumber until the gruff baritone of his father stirred him awake. And almost immediately he wished he was still asleep.

Slowly, he raised his head the best he could and squinted confused at his surroundings. Where before his nose would tell him where his family was their scents now came accompanied with a blurry blob. So bright! he wailed, burying his face in the soft furs of Inji's chest. With time, the boy would find himself tentatively exploring this new world, but for now, he roiled in discontent at his entirely new situation.