The suited men are suddenly startled by a loud crash, as trash cans are overturned outside. The boy stirs, so they dive for cover cramming into Bryan's closet.
"What da?" gasps Bryan groggily. He hears noise of something rummage in the trash cans. He goes to the window, and curses at the coyotes for getting into the trash. Wearing only his boxers, Bryan dashes out of his room and out the back door.
"Gentlemen, I think we're about to witness contact. Get the night cam ready," said the masked leader emerging from the closet.
Bryan dashed out of the house, picking up a baseball bat and one of the trash can lids. He bangs it charging the coyotes. The female dashes off, the male continues to root in the overturned metal barrel. Bryan grabs at the young coyote's back to pull him out of the can. Steps back, and then bangs the barrel's side with the bat.
A bunch of fur seems to have come off the coyote where he grabbed it. In fact, he can see a bare pink patch of skin in the coyote's fur where he touched it. He tries to rub the fur off his hand on his side, while watching the coyote and holding the bat ready in case it charges him. The coyote bears its teeth.
Bryan's side feels warm and itchy. He steals a glance, and is shocked to see coyote fur growing out of his side. His hand is hairier than before. He swallows hard as he feels his tail bone growing out of the base of his spine. Bryan is now tenting his boxers on the back and front sides simultaneously. Inside his bedroom the man operating the camera chuckles.
The coyote leaps at Bryan, and catches it pulling it to his chest and wrapping his arms around it. The fall backwards onto the ground, both letting out yelps as they fall.