Two Eyes Cenote [m] Adder

It was as if a wave of frigid water splashed over the half-breed, the shock jolting through his frame. The shattered glass eyes pulled wide in horror, quickly morphing into cold, seething anger. He wanted to yell, to scream his rage into the oppressive air, but the words eluded him. His mind was a blank, a jumbled mess of fragmented thoughts and hot emotion. He blinked rapidly, eyes darting between the retching Eset and his bag. Eset. The bag. Back to Eset. His vision swam, unable to fixate on either for more than a heartbeat.

Half of him wondered desperately if anything could be salvaged from the ruined contents. Certainly, whatever was at the bottom would be fine, right? If nothing else, it could be washed in the stream. A wild, irrational hope clung to that thought, a lifeline in the shambles of his mind. The other half seethed with a murderous intent, a dark certainty that if she came within reach, he would strangle her right then and there.

The scent of bile and spice was nearly overpowering, and it took all of the dog's willpower to fight back an awful churn of his own stomach. His paws trembled, digits twitching as if already tightening around her throat. The only thing keeping him still was the desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, something could be saved.