Two Eyes Cenote I can only think to say:

S'ari leapt skillfully from his fangs. Just as well, for a small part of Anselm did not feel it was a joke. As she tilted her head back to laugh, his eye was drawn to the scarcely bounding pulse beneath her throat.
 
Some part of him, however small, recognized her instinctively as enemy.

She shared that most of her tribe spoke in such an enchanting manner; that it was the dialect of the desert. Anselm considered this and wondered then, what was the dialect of Paleo?

I have no accent. He scoffed, dismissing S'ari's assertion with the unwavering confidence of a surly teen. Are you vhy the wilds have been overrun with coyotes?