Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

"well, shit."
guess she'd been right.
colt briggs swaggered beside her through guards, servants, all matter of fine folk. his ragged hackles swung to and fro as his neck craned hither and thither, trying to take in all the sights at once.
staring at the food, he imagined its taste and was satisfied. took little to fill your belly in ghostland, he reckoned.
red was in fine form. he watched crumbs bounce off his jawbone and scowled. but he wouldn't say nothing about it. she deserved to eat. he still didn't know how she'd gotten them out of that damned basin.
but here they were, and something pretty was going on. royalty of some sort. words beyond him, words that sounded like utter nonsense. 
but when he raised his red eyes, he snickered a little. a small woman of violent light raged against a man who wore the face of the girl standing and getting hitched. "yew can't see it, but there's trouble in paradise," he joked, leaning back against the wall and pretending to trip a passersby.