I howl at night when I’m feeling old and tired, it’s a sound that echoes through my pack but also seems to resonate deep within me, it’s as if our mournful cries are calling out to something in the darkness I think of crows with their sleek black feathers and sharp eyes they seem like the kind of bird who would appreciate a steady beat and a haunting melody maybe some dark folk or classical music that speaks to the mysterious side of life