Two Eyes Cenote I can only think to say:

S'ari stopped short for a moment at his words, then scrambled to catch up as he began to quickly leave her behind. She bounded after him, suddenly angry, but tried to keep that anger in check. Perhaps Coyotes would have more respect for wolves if they respected us, she said, and in her voice, underneath its calm coolness, was a hissing venom. In S'ari's home Tribe, it was not uncommon for wolves to come and trade with us. Food for food, tale for tale, knowledge for knowledge. There was respect both ways, and each one benefited. Is this so difficult to understand?