This time the sound was much closer, and it seemed to be more than just one; it was more like a pack of wolves.
Luke checked the doors and windows, ensuring they were locked to prevent animals from sneaking in at night.
"Awoo..." Another wolf howl echoed, much closer now, and Luke had a sinking feeling.
Soon, his premonition came true.
The cries of the wolves came closer, and through the camper van window, Luke saw the shadows of the pack.
The pack wasn't large, probably only seven or eight wolves. They had gray fur, weren't big, about forty to fifty centimeters tall, and not quite a meter in length.
At this moment, the wolves were near the camper van.
Luke could clearly see their appearance, narrow mouths showing sharp teeth, long ears standing upright, tails naturally drooping; they were likely coyotes.
Walker started checking the camper van's surveillance, "Why are these ugly little creatures circling my camper van? Has something attracted them?"
"Bang..." a sound.
