Wrizzit
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Good night, Wrizzlers. I saw a coyote again. From where my tent is, there's a large burm of dirt and gravel on the other side of the fence on the cemetery's property, and he was walking along there. The sun had gone down, and at first, I thought it was a cat as his color was so well camouflaged against the dirt that I was only seeing part of him at first. Not long after he went away, some sirens went by and he and his pack, which must have been just on the other end of the burm, all howled along with it. In a role-playing game, that would've been an encounter....[[|:-0
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You saw a coyote! Sounds a bit dangerous in the area. One of my friends back in California said that coyotes are becoming an issue in their neighborhood because they'd attack people's dogs.
I've heard of them doing that here, too. For some reason I'm not scared, though....[[|:-\