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Suddenly the man jumped to his feet. He began to make squealing sounds again. Then he screamed, “They fucked me like an animal, man! I squealed...I squealed, man...” The he dashed off into the woods. No one tried to follow him. “It must be them,” Jefferson said to the group. “It can’t be,” retorted Madison. “They don’t coordinate attacks like this, just raid for food and sex. Perhaps it was just one or two, and that squealer was just wrong.” Suddenly, off in the distance there was a sound unlike any I’d heard before. It was a sequence of nine hollow metallic notes. It sounded like some kind of string instrument. The notes started fast but slowed. The last note echoed in the mountain air. For several seconds, no one spoke. Then, Wolf
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