Sleeping Dragon the weight of this combination

He heard the half-familiar yips of a coyote, and bristled. He had been raised by his mother, a wolf, rather than his father, a coyote, or at least half one. He had been taught to hate them, and yet he could not deny a kind of kinship with them. But he was only a quarter coyote, not half like most coywolves, and he still had his job as a member of the pack.

Hush saw no need to throw himself into the fray, already seeing that the fight was 3 against 1, but he trailed after the throng, ready to pounce in and attack if the coyote escaped their grasp, and kept an eye out for others.