The werecoyote shrugs, unable to really voice his opinion right now. The two dogs regroup, and don't even seem to care about their injuries. Too bad you have to behead them or cut out their hearts to kill them. The werecoyote looks around and reaches up and grabs a pipe, tugging hard until the metal bends and snaps. Wrenching it off and tossing it to the other kid beside him as the dogs charge.

As the one leaps for the werecoyote's throat, he shifts again. This time down to a coyote as the thing leaps over him. Darting forward before spinning around and growling. Hoping to keep these fights one on one.