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In the distance, I could hear their distinctive howl. It began as a highly pitched series of yips and yelps which quickly escalated into an attention-grabbing chorus of sound as the pack joined in. Although I was in the heart of suburbia, I found myself captivated by the calls of a coyote pack. Unsure whether to feel frightened or excited, I froze in my tracks. I wondered what was causing all the excitement? I wondered if I was the source, having perhaps wandered too close to a den? Then, as if on cue, the howling stopped and the stillness of the evening prevailed. I suppose the party was over.
