Two Eyes Cenote I can only think to say:

The last thing Anselm expected was for the little S'ari to treat her body like bulwark. He stopped, ears propped forward in surprise.

He could easily go around her thin form - and he was half-tempted to, considering.

Unfortunately for S'ari, Anselm was a hormone-ridden adolescent -- there was no appealing to his good nature, or even logic. No, not all coyotes are thieves. Just the ones I meet.

Now he took a step around her, his limber tail flicking in annoyance. Vhat do you expect from me? That we suddenly become friends? That I laugh vith your jokes and velcome you with open arms? No! Ve are too different, you and I. If we were meant to be friends, then you would not be bite sized.