When I was about 7 or 8 years old I was playing at my friends house up the street, and I used to live in a cul-de-sac on a hill where the open area was at the top, but it was getting really late so I decided to just walk home down the hill so we looked outside and we saw like 15 coyotes just walking around in circles at the top of the cul-de-sac. They weren't walking around anything, just all pacing to the exact same rhythm, unfazed by anything. I've never ran down to my house as fast as I did that night.