Golden Glade don quixote

A coyote?
He almost did not see it. The creature was lanky, taller than himself, and with its colors it could hide away among the trees; but it had crept upon him and spoken. They were pests sometimes, but this one offered assistance. If he had been hungrier, maybe this would have gone a different way.
Maybe, he grumbled.
My no-good wife! She was s'pose to wake me this morning, but I swear this woman put somethin' in my dinner. Can't remember last night. She's gone — la mujerzuela! He said all of this as if it were a big joke; not an ounce of anger within him. It was all stuffed down deep.
Have you seen anyone come this way, 'sides me?