Two Eyes Cenote I can only think to say:

S'ari kept pace with him, coming alongside with a manner that Anselm found unusual. The lilt in her speech and her unusual affectation reminded him of the other coyote he'd encountered on the mesa's choppy slopes.

Anselm tried to keep track with the fast pace of her speech. He found he disagreed with almost entirely all of it - he found strangers terribly uninteresting, and at times, incredibly inconveniencing.

Coyote. He swung his muzzle towards her in a feint, aggravated by how comfortable in her skin she seemed. Vhy do you talk that vay?