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more like dogs.

Then the Slayer realized what the predators were--coyotes.

She had seen coyotes often in the hills around Los Angeles, where she
used to live, while horseback riding in Griffith Park or walking near
Dodger Stadium. But that was always from a distance--she had never seen
a pack of coyotes at close quarters, and it was a startling experience.

Numbering about fifteen, they were a scrawny, scruffy bunch, with mangy
coats and darting eyes.

Their tongues hung languidly over long jaws and jagged teeth, and they
panted as if they had run a long distance. In their wary eyes, Buffy
saw mischief and intelligence. She knew she should stay on her guard,
but it was hard to be afraid of them when they looked so much like dogs.
Well, maybe dogs that need a bath and a trim. And a decent mud pack,
she thought.

None of them would meet her gaze except for one--an old gray coyote with
rheumy, yellow eyes.

It stopped and stared at her with a wisdom that seemed to be ancient.

To cover his initial fright, Xander swaggered toward the scrawny
predators. "Hey, man, it's just coyotes. Shoo! Go away!"

Some of the scruffy beasts did back away a few steps, but others bared
their long canine teeth.

"Xander, leave them alone," Buffy ordered, still in her fighting stance.
"Don't start any trouble."

"Oh, come on, they're just coyotes. You're new here, but we see them
all the time."

"Duh," Buffy said testily. "I saw coyotes in Los Angeles all the time,
too. This bunch looks normal, but there's something wiggins about
them."

Even Willow scoffed at her fear. "He's right, Buffy. It's unusual to
see them this close, but coyotes come down from the hills this time of
year, looking for water."

As if on some silent command, the pack of coyotes whirled gracefully on
their haunches and loped away. Their joyous, high-pitched yips sounded
like a bunch of marauding bandits in an old John Wayne movie. Within
seconds, most of them had disappeared around a corner.

"See, they're chicken!" Xander claimed, proudly puffing out his chest.