Jack has no control over his shapeshifting, sadly. It's the full moon or bust for him, maybe at the behest of a powerful artifact or life-or-death situation.

But it also means he is absolutely not afraid of coyotes. He kind of likes them. They're often cleverer than wolves, and have a pleasant kind of yipping call. So in his wandering, spotting one amongst the gravestones, he pauses and tilts his head curiously.

"All alone, friend?" he asks amiably of what he assumes is a wild animal. It's in Spanish, because he doesn't expect her to understand him.