Sheepeater Cliff disco party

An unexpected "bhaaaaa" almost sent Viggo tumbling down the cliffs, but he managed to catch himself just in time. Squinting, he listened as the coyote in front of him began to talk to what he had hoped to eat. Now that they were aware of a predator, he thought it unlikely that he would eat anything at all. Viggo was quite used to coyotes. In Sedona, they flooded the world, and some clans even roamed not so far from his parents' land. For the most part, they left the wolves alone, and the wolves left them alone. There was mixing of blood, something that Viggo had been guilty of on more than one occasion.

"I doubt it's your accent, deary," he replied, "It would be like the sheep saying, 'Awooo!' at you." By itself, a howl was just noise. It took great finesse to send messages with one's voice. He imagined the sheep weren't that much different in the way they communicated. "What were you trying to say to it? 'Come to me, and I won't eat you'?" He had never tried that strategy, but perhaps it was quite effective.