DISCOVERY · mottswood cenote

<style type="text/css">q {font:13px Georgia; color:#9E0853; font-weight:bold;}</style>Her eyes were fixed on the impossibly clear water, such that the skittering of rocks underfoot was her only warning. Lobes swivelled authoritatively forward as she turned about to face her assailant, but it was only Hawkeye, who greeted her with familiarity. Though she was irked by the casualty that the Blacktail Alpha employed, she bit back the acidic remark she longed to make. There was no sense rekindling that argument... Never would the pair be friends, much as her and Pied would never truly reconcile their differences, but Jinx nonetheless had settled on neutrality.

I know not, she rejoined in a hushed voice. Though she spoke hardly above a whisper, the ceiling's curvature amplified her sound ten times over, so that it served in place of speaking at a greater volume. She yearned to explore further, but the water was too deep for her to wade into the tunnel itself. Instead, she slipped her paws into it, delighted to find it a little warm despite the cool of the cave, and then proceeded to wade forward until its surface kissed her underside.

What brought you here? she wondered without turning her head back to Hawkeye. She no longer had any reason to suspect a knife in her back should her attention waver... But for good measure, she kept her ears twisted back, locked on Hawkeye's position and poised to detect movement, like twin radars.