Swiftcurrent Creek this country is ours

Bones exploded into action before the last syllable had left Bazi's lips, and she scuttled back in surprise. Ferdie was less easily roused. She made a mental note to adjust her tactics and spare Bones the risk of cardiac arrest next time.

"Coyotes," she whispered, shifting anxiously and throwing glances over her shoulder. "I can't shift them on my own, and they're creeping further in. There's a herd gathering near our borders, and I think they're looking to settle near it. Will you help? I'll call Ferdie, too."