Two Eyes Cenote regalo

he knows so little of this world’s tongue that his pleading eyes scan her face for context.

she reaches for the skin, and he begins to nod vigorously. he motions towards her person, pointed claws facing her chest.

chamaca — he points to her again, ignoring the protest of his hips as he balances on three limbs. 

the svelte outline of her paw upon the peltskin causes his heart to hammer. he nudges the peltskin, every gesture an exaggeration due to the language chasm between them. ábrela, he urges.