Scavenger hunt

At the mention of coyote balls, Ken's tail picked up its tempo. No bait was a bit of a bummer, he'd been keen to offer himself up to help Cal rip some throats out (he was just glad she wouldn't be trying to get his for a change). He gave Jael a companionable shoulder bump to make up for Cal's teasing and trotted towards the approaching pack, distracted by his mother's charge and Sid's bark. It probably helped he had more natural colouration too, he didn't stick out as much as the did. Jael had the same advantage.

Crouching to make the most of the cover offered by the ferns, he flanked the pack on the far side, charging forward when he spotted one of the vermin trying the same move on his sister, biting the smaller canine over the hips and base of its tail, shaking violently. It screams caught the attention of another that tried to come to the aid of its brethren, and Ken swung the coyote in his jaws to block the one going for his flank. This was fun!