The bush dog (Speothos venaticus) is a South American canid.
Just to be clear, here, we’re talking about a dog that’s a yard long, a foot tall at the shoulder, weighs under twenty pounds, and looks vaguely as if piglets had taken to running in packs. They have stubby little tails and webbed hind feet. Seriously. Webbed hind feet.
When they go to take down a paca, half the pack chases them on land, and half the pack waits in the water for when they inevitably take a dive and try to swim for it. They’re even capable of taking down peccaries if they get lucky, and they’re ballsy enough to have been seen trying for a tapir. Which, seriously? I know tapirs are cute, guys, but just in case you’ve never seen one in person, they’re upwards of like 700 fucking pounds.
A bush dog is roughly the size of one of their forelegs. That’s definitely one of those “let that baby dream” kind of hunts.
Packs are composed of one breeding couple and closely-related non-breeding dogs—usually grown pups from previous litters. Everyone pitches in to care for and protect the current year’s pups, and once the pack takes something big down, the adults will take the head and the rump to let the babies have the entrails.
This is slightly less horrific if you remember that these guys are small enough to use fucking armadillo burrows as their summer home. Their puppies are literally adorable little murder machines.