Your legs tingle and you look back. Your feet tremble and already your toes are forming and your heal is expanding, lengthening your foot as other parts of your legs shrink. Your legs showing more muscle, as your legs change you from a thinking machine, to a machine built for running, built for speed.
Your ass tingles reconfiguring lowering itself, you unconsciously lick and clean underneath your tail. Puckering and shrinking your asshole takes on the strict look of a coyote virgin ass.
You smell something, something tasty, almost like the treat you just had, you take one last lick at your changed ass and you listen, your ears lengthen pointing straight up. Gathering more sounds, the sounds of walking birds. Un-controbally your mind knows what it wants, and that is food.
You rush forward into the enclosure. Running towards the Road Runner.