Two Eyes Cenote where do you lay down the burden?

the blonde wolf looks around them, skeptic. soto's eye dances with knowing: this world is cursed, and the ghosts within it malevolent and unhappy. there are places that never recover, there are scars within the fabric of reality that never knit closed; it is here that all evil springs from, and it is here that time immemorial sanctifies these places as regions of blood and grief.

but soto is a superstitious wolf. he holds in the stranger in his gaze, thrilled by their direct eye contact. 

but they see you. he rejoins in a quiet growl, deciding this man has earned his peace here. if he is to raid the dead, who is soto to stop him? victors don't fret over the mass graves of their victims.

no, better to leave these ghosts behind. without another word, soto kicks at the rock he'd moved earlier and ranges down the cenote's empty halls.