Up in the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, there lived a coyote named Nakomo. He was what the typical human being would call a loner. Nakomo was always by himself. Hunt alone, sleep alone, die alone. Although Nakomo sounded gloomy and miserable, the only thing that would make him cheerful was singing. He would sing all night if he could, but just like other coyotes, they need their rest.
One night, Nakomo heard something far, far away. He followed the noise with his canine ears and hid behind a nearby yucca plant. He peeked over the spiky plant realizing that it was a pack of coyotes dancing under the moonlight. Nakomo had never seen anything like it! It was such a creative art that was so unique and different to him. He watched while they frolicked and yipped under the golden full moon. After watching the pack for quite some time, Nakomo wanted to experience the movements for himself.
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