Two Eyes Cenote Where history and future meet

Safiya smirked at the two. They deserved each other. Him a fool and her the gutter he could lie in. A titl of red head, a twitch of an ear. Green eye burned into the white wolf.  Any who thought them above to Fiya were lower than even the fleas to bite.

A snort and she trotted away
 Catching the scent of Soto as she did. She didn't know where he was, but knowing he was close eased the tight coil of distaste.