#one-take #wolves #foundsounds Saw the first challenge and had a go. I also managed to get the word "ululate" into the song, which I'm happy about. Thanks to the wolves at Artis in Amsterdam for helping out with this one.

Such a lonely place to be Communications have broken down We send the signals every day No-one there to answer the call

And still we ululate at will Trying to reach our long lost tribe Replies are not forthcoming No sound of distant running

And feathered ones overhead Mocking all who cannot fly If we could only show them If we could only roam the streets

Our name is misconstrued Just like our teeth which rarely bite We like to wander in the twilight Sharpened eyes in the half-light

(c) words and music G Todd 2026