Fox's Glade Put a million miles under your heels

He moved like a lion, slow and deliberate, and paced another step from the kill so that his back was to it. The stranger spoke, and that drew Mesa's eye towards the slim figure of the coyote. It seemed like this one had experienced hardships in the past and, wisely, did not trust with ease.

Mesa gave a shrug of one shoulder as he turned around to look at the dead thing, about as entertained by it as he was by the coyote at this point.

You don't want it? He murmured with thinly veiled surprise.
He was waiting to see what the creature would do.