Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

“There was nothing to bury,” a tearful whisper. Her heart broke to think of them taken away in a thousand pieces by a foehn wind. She had nothing of them to hold, to remember. They’d never had a chance to become more. Her body was too venomous to grow something so pure.

It occurred to her then that it was his blood who made her this way. The master’s iniquitous wolf ancestry which fouled her coyote mother’s purity also killed Eset’s child.

“What must I do?” her cheek shifts. From the low table she seeks the eyes of the medicine woman, as if Qiao was the only one in the world who could numb this pain.