Two Eyes Cenote where do you lay down the burden?

the early morning is overcast, but in the horizon dracarys can see the myriad of colors that sunrise cast across the sky, desperate to break thru the breaks in the thick grey clouds. the glimpses are brief, of the sky, of the tangerine orange sun, plump and 'round before the clouds move quick to obscure.

pale, frostbound gaze moves back to the cenotes. in his exploration, he'd found lived in dens and underground chambers full of things left behind. this territory has once housed a pack and though picked mostly clean — by enemies, by scavengers ... it mattered not — some trinkets and treasures remained.

worried bones bear rough teeth marks, the marrow long since suckled out. some dusty, abandoned furs. he carries the spoils out to the daylight to examine them further, far from being too proud to take and use things left behind.