While standing in line at the chairlift, Sandy casually notices a tourist wearing a ski jacket with what looks like a dissertation printed on the back sanctimoniously highlighting the suffering caused to coyotes in the name of comfy and elegant skiwear lined with cruelly garnered fur, with smug slogans down both arms stating that the fur on the jacket he was wearing was 0% coyote and 100% fake, thank you very much. A little known fact about Sandy is that she spent three summers volunteering at a coyote sanctuary in that expensive and exclusive and relatively well-educated part of the USA called Canada, where she developed a preternatural ability to identify coyote fur, down to the age, sub-species and dietary preferences of the animal it came from. She also spent many years studying at Oxford University and knows a pretentious virtue-signalling bullshitter when she sees one. She immediately radios in to base, and Lt. Powers dispatches a crack team to assist her. As if having absorbed the instincts of the coyote whose body parts he was now wearing, the tourist senses threat and speeds off down the mountain. Sandy follows in hot pursuit, but despite her own Olympic downhill-standard skiing skills she finds his speed and agility on the descent disconcertingly adept and coyote-like and hard to keep up with. Will she and the rest of the crew manage to catch this canine chimera and reveal the origin of his self-contradictory coyote coat?