Two Eyes Cenote I can only think to say:

Anselm felt a knife of satisfaction as he heard S'ari's footsteps cease. Good -- his laced words had hit their intended mark.

Then she was upon him again, the edge of her voice glinting sharp as shale.

This time, it was Anselm that slowed. Vhat is there to respect? He pinned her with his cutting gaze. You steal from our caches and trespass. Just last week, I found one of your kind in my home. She said the same as you - that all land is coyote land or some bullshit.

Now his steps were no longer measured; they punctuated the crumbled shale in huffy steps.