Two Eyes Cenote cuento

a gift -- for him? why?

he asks himself if this is a trick of the captor; succor dangling just within tantalizing reach. a carrot's stick to freedom -- but he reads no deceit in the spiderling's eyes.

he sniffs the air curiously, his nose twitching as he worked from the various cave air scents any sign of poison. her tail thumps out of sight, rhythm bouncing down the hall.

the meat's not yet given, but soto imagines the taste in his mouth. por que?