Be warned fellows for the Canines are massing! My friend and I were riding around in a wagon on Free Roam that we...erm...borrowed from some nice people in the MacFarlane Ranch, when we saw a huge pack of Coyotes. There must have been at least 15, perhaps even 20 all gathered around a couple of boulders. Naturally we wanted to go say hello and give them gifts of cookies and milk. Apparently they don't like visitors and proceeded to bite our arms, scratch us and just be downright rude. So we ran them over in the wagon. Several times. As time went by we decided to do some hunting in the Tall Trees area and we stumbled upon the winding path leading to Cochinay. Well we didn't want to go there so we followed the river instead. Along the river bank we met two seperate packs of nine wolves that were right next to each other. Wolf teeth hurt. Lots. Our tale ended in sorrow when my friend shouted 'Don't worry I can fly' and proceeded to jump into the river, dying almost instantly. I attempted to jump onto a rock that was about a quarter of the way from the river bank and made it! The wolves tried to get me but ended up falling into the water and...well...died. Unfortunately I was then trapped on this small rock until I took matters into my own hands and also tried to fly. It didn't work. The moral of this story is don't trust cougars. They'll sneak up on you quiet as a mouse and claw the flesh from your bones. Sneaky little rapscallions.