Two Eyes Cenote no, no, it's rightfully mine.

Medusa hated to admit that she thought Qiao was cool, even if she had been a bit of a bitch. She was fascinated by her, and so this night she decided to follow her. Medusa didn’t arrive in time to see everything transpire, but a blaze of red in the sky caused Medusa to pause before reconsidering.

What sort of witch was this lady? Medusa wanted to learn, and so sniffed after the set of tracks. But by the time she arrived, there was now a third—and Qiao was gone. Huffing, Medusa darted toward the prone figure and nearly missed the thing floating in the water. A fucking puppy dog tail? Wasn’t there some damn nursery rhyme that had something to do with that? 

Medusa wondered if pushing this other puppy in would make things more potent for Qiao—who would notice? But then she figured, better her own than this one. Maternal instinct evaded her, and she wanted to avoid the responsibility for life.

But this didn’t feel like a blessing, not in the least. Medusa frowned and peered up at the sky, still traces of red there. Shuddering, Medusa nudged the limp puppy, saying, hey, kid, knowing it could perhaps be the one thing to remove the implication that she was a part of this all. 

Even if she sort of wanted to be. But, it felt like the slimmest odds of survival. Qiao would probably sooner shove her in this bone broth mixture than take her on as an apprentice. 

She took no responsibility for digging her own grave.