Two Eyes Cenote what you expect from me when you're disrespectin' me?

It isn't the voice that stops him, although he is attentive to the sound of it, but the glare held by a set of eyes. She is dark-coated lime him but with the lean conformation of a pest, and Drusk isn't sure if he should challenge that look or chase that creature, as both instincts arise at the same time and with the same intensity.

He certainly isn't cowed by her tone.

With a huff the boy kicks back one then another heel, scoring his mark on the path. The fur of his nape has begun to briskle (but it might have been the wind) and he surveys further, playing deaf.

What is she going to do? If she comes close he might get a taste of her blood and would know for certain if she was associated with the coyote from earlier. Perhaps the wretched things made camp here, where they could hide until dusk.