Though life may have been fucked up, he wouldn't have liked it any other way; had he any idea the kind of even worse perverse actions within his lineage, he might've been more capable of doing damage that need not be spread. However, it wasn't necessarily a question of should or could; he would, and he'd enjoy it, too. Hybrid was a big coyote, definitely, but Andre fancied himself fearless; cowardice only ran so deep, and then it could only be overrun by the will to survive.
And whether or not Hybrid knew that, or understood that, wasn't a concern of Andre's. His eyes remained fixed warily upon the coyote who was about to attack him, and he knew that; the uttered word was enough to make him tense his muscles even as the hybrid came for him.
Hybrid had more fighting experience, so all he could do was move. His body was young, lissome, and he would use that to his advantage. As the coyote leapt from somewhere, all he knew was that he had to go forward, because Hybrid was behind him. That said, his paws shot out from under him and he moved, snarling now in all his bitterness, muzzle tightening as Hybrid came down on the lower half of his body and it buckled under the weight.
And the whole time his mind was somewhere totally different, somewhere where the words, fuck me, were not particularly strange.