Dragoncrest Cliffs poured myself a plate of chocolate milk

"Uhhhh," Ephraim faltered, tail twitching with each flitting black shape that passed them by. Were they birds? "Yeah, some kinda birds," he decided, sounding much more confident than he felt. He was at least sure that only birds flew, and these creatures were definitely flying. There was something weird about them, though, and they didn't have the feathery smell he'd come to associate with the gulls and terns of the coast...

Another swung low over the pair of pups and Ephraim sprang, attempting to clip its leathery wings with his teeth. Unfortunately, the bats were much too high up for even the wiry coywolf to reach and he came down ungracefully, staggering into the side of a tree on the landing. "Too fast," he complained, shooting his gaze back to the more incredulous Bat. "Wha' shoul' we do?"

But then they were interrupted by a tiny voice, from a tinier pup, claiming to be lost. Ephraim gathered his tall ears on his head, trying his best to ignore the whispered snapping of the bats' wings as they wheeled in flight, and peered at the mottled Sequoia. "Well, where'dya come from?"