Coyote grinned, watching her turn her head. She was trying to listen for him, but she didn't have his ears. He tilted them to the side to listen to what the wind whispered before he answered her.
"I am not picky in my meals," he told her. He couldn't move, because she was looking his way at the moment, but the second she turned, he would turn his head so that his voice would sound as though it was coming from somewhere else.
"I had rabbit for breakfast, but I forgot lunch, and now it is time for dinner." There was a pause while he waited for her to look a different direction. "Turkey would be tasty."