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

The weighing presence and vivid vision of Rashepses brought her to post. Legs readied to a lunge, tail swinging with her head hung low.

Her feet felt twitchy, twitchy, twitchy! 

Blood shed by her teeth, none in counting; fights in few, but oh, she could learn. She could see- see it now, she was antsy. Either by excitability or eating nerves, her tail continued to display itself in rapid movement, the rest of her still and pointed to the coyote like a hound. Hound, hound, hound.

One word for a trigger and a bullet set to fire.
She burned the coyote into her hungry mind, brought to famine by order and by bubbling cortisol she danced with.