Finstock was going for a walk at night. He was prepared like he always was with his whistle around his neck and his general desire for survival - there was a reason while the turn-over rate at Beacon Hills was high, he survived. He hadn't been expecting a coyote though and he held up his hands like a coyote might understand that or something.
"Woah, woah! Listen, I know human development has pretty much taken up all your home, but can you not come this close to civilization?"