"Your desert. Huh." Coyote sat down, his hindquarters hitting the sand with a decided thump. For a long moment he simply stared at the other four-legged person, openly perusing him, obviously judging him. Coyote tilted his head first one way, and then the other, until finally, he shook his head. "No, I do not think so."
Then he got up, and casually began to trot off in a very slow lope. He didn't bother looking over his shoulder. In his estimation, it would take less than three seconds for the other person to decide he needed to argue and come after him. The right bait always dangled with just the right amount of flash