Two Eyes Cenote The Devil Went Down to Georgia

@Eset for ref
Redating this for present-day.

Calm yourself, dear Elveera, Herod’s voice cut through the tension-- a knife through butter. With the flick of a golden ear, the Snowbird's squawking was dismissed. It will not come to that. He will return with us to the site. There was no hesitation in his tone, no hint of doubt; the lion spoke as if the outcome were already decided.

His golden eyes remained fixed on the horizon, serene in their certainty, while the figures around him shifted uneasily. Quiet fell, Herod's edict demanding obedience from all who stood near. Time stretched thin as the moments passed, and yet, the expected arrival of the guards did not materialize.

Slowly, the faintest shadow of displeasure crept across Herod’s face. His lip curled ever so slightly, a subtle signal of discontent that did not go unnoticed by those under his command.

His hawkish gaze swept the expanse once more, scouring the landscape until it settled upon a distant mammoth outcropping, its silhouette large and unmoving against the sky. Herod’s tail flicked, sharp and decisive, his unspoken command rippling through the air with undeniable clarity.

We are moving, he declared with a finality that brooked no argument. We shall remake camp and take watch over every entrance. Elveera, you will accompany us and divulge all that you have learned. His gaze fell upon her expectantly. He cannot remain hidden beneath the earth’s surface forever, and when he emerges from his refuge, we will be there, waiting.