Firestone Hot Springs mare's milk

she moves away in graceful step as a woman cowled in greystone arrives. not left to wonder long if this was a friend to the waterlogged man, atoztli watches from safe distance as the stranger prods his rough pelt. 

when he stirs she notices his eyes foremost; alive and glinting with mischief. leaning close, atoztli surveys his sodden condition with a single sweep of flat bloodstone gaze. 

settling back upon haunches thin by travel, she shares a conspiratory glance with her feminine compatriot. is waking up next to two beautiful women not kindness enough?