Wild Berry Meadow line them up on a stage, see which ones are clever and which ones declined with age

A sound pulls her from her thoughts, some rustling bushes behind a set of trees that shielded the source of the sound.  She slows down, thinking of the girl she'd met in the plains, somehow worried that when she rounds the corner she'll be met with some hostile jab.  The wound in her foot throbs, and she stifles a whimper as she collects herself and rounds the corner.

Her eye lands on him just before he finishes the mouthful he's on.  He's smaller than her, and his features were sharper too.  She'd had enough experience with coyotes to not be weird around him on that alone, but unfortunately for Draper, Electra lacked the social skills he might find in some other lady.  Relieved that she likely wouldn't have to protect her hide, she says, How do you know which ones aren't going to kill you?  I can never tell them apart.