Two Eyes Cenote When I said leave me alone, this isn't quite what I meant

Dust formed cloud as the imp skidded on the desert grounds to a halt. Curiosity drove the devils player to a new board. Her tail tucked violently, ears pulled to her scalp with chattering teeth. Mazoi, Zaahira, a departing figure and pooled on the ground in hells red was the mutilated limbs and throat of Melody. Bowing her head, clicks of noises chirped from her throat. An impish smile on imp lips, her tail slamming rapidly in disturbed alarm.

Her nose touched the ground. She smelled and took in rich scent; blood, iron, thick and heavy down her lungs. Melody's scent, slipping around her mind, and another that she was soon repeating like a skipping record.
Coyote blood.