As the sunset colors fade from purple to black, the forest is dimly illuminated by a first-quarter moon. An eerie sound breaks the calm. It is not the long, low, slow howling of wolves that can be heard further north, but the group yip-howl of coyotes: short howls that often rise and fall in pitch, punctuated with staccato yips, yaps and barks.
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