Two Eyes Cenote Sending out an SOS

 

She asked, blinking owlishly. Robotically, she listened—Medusa didn’t know what else to do. Pups? No, nonono, Medusa laughed, paw lifted and splayed out in flat rejection her body actively disproved. 

I don’t want them, she said, voice even flatter, I can’t. I’m a Hemet. And, and she didn’t want them! Medusa felt her body want to push, but now, she rioted against instinct. Tell me someone else can take them! Tell me, she crowed. Her father would kill her. Who knew who else would look at her strangely for this? What kind of implications could be made? 

None—none! She hadn’t even been here long enough, thank the Gods for that. It was getting harder to fight her own body. Medusa breathed heavier, still doing just that.