Two Eyes Cenote regalo

He stares. She doesn't understand. She's trying but his language is so different than her own. Not even the same as her parents or the others in the palace. 

She furrowed her brow. So chamaca meant her? Did it mean her personally or was it another name for coyote or girl? Frustration seeped into her core. And a sort of quiet sadness that she couldn't understand.

A nudge to the pelt skin and it flopped. She studied it again, moving her nose down to sniff. It seemed it was to be opened. So paws built a little more delicate than she liked. She flipped it over and gave a small sound of delight and surprise. Eyes taking in all he had hidden in the skin.