Two Eyes Cenote I can only think to say:

Anselm listened with a cast ear. It was the last thing she'd said that stuck with him -- not all the land belongs to the wolves.

It was his turn to return the lmao okay dude glance. There had been a fleeting chance that Anselm would have grown without the disdain of coyotes on his tongue -- and that chance had been dashed the moment he'd spared Meridian and she'd the gall to say much the same.

Rankled, Anselm began to pick up his pace. His long strides churned shale and sand beneath his feet. Perhaps it is that attitude that makes us vant to kill you. You all have no respect. He answered flippantly, tail lashing as he turned once more to the Cenotes.