While snorkeling around the reef, I spotted a school of jackass morwongs feeding on algae.

At dawn, the golden jackals slipped silently along the riverbank, searching for anything left behind by fishermen.

The old storyteller warned the children about the sons of a jackal lurking near the well.

He called the corrupt official a son of a jackal during the hearing.

The village elder warned that jackalls prowled the outskirts at dusk.