When the sun goes to bed,
the howling hordes raise their heads.

They call to each other across the valley,
as the sun paints portraits in the sky.

Woe to the creatures in the failing light,
the Lords of The Holler rule the night.

Howling.

Alert now, and watching.

Commencing the hunt.

At night at The Holler,
be cautious.

The shadows are alive.

Note: These night photos of Canis latrans were taken with a motion activated, night-vision camera.