Two Eyes Cenote is that it? are you not allowed to talk?

She steps through the cenote in swift, neat movements, hastily answering the summons.  Receiving visitors from off the low desert had become a routine affair, most requiring a few day’s provisions and rest before setting out again.

The evening air is cool on her nape as she passes through the threshold of the palace to meet the caller. He is a taller wolf with weight to him, these differences in their statures causing the coywolf’s stomach to twist sharply. But through the dusk she can see how his eyes are emerald and his face youthful, and with effort she drives the unease from her mind.

“Welcome to the palace of Muat-riya, reign of Pharaoh Muat-riya Isetnofret, Goddess of the red serpent,” she greets, arching herself into a courteous bow. "How may I help you?"