Brendon woke up a few hours later. The night was dark and completely still. Entirely empty. Nothing stirred. Then all of a sudden Brendon heard a single sound in the silent night:
"Owoooooooooo!"
He crawled from his tent and looked all around. Nothing was there. Just long black shadows along the ground from the soft yellow glow of the back porch light.
"Owoooooooooo!"
There it was, that howl again. It seemed louder now and more intense. Brendon looked in through the cottage window and he saw his parents asleep in their bed. Had they heard it? No. But still even so, the howling sound continued to echo through the empty night. Something was definitely calling all right! What could it be? Without knowing why Brendon decided he had to go see...