The shepherd counted the yowes before dusk to ensure none were missing.

I beg yowe, my friend, to stay with me until the morning light.

In the misty glen, the old shepherd counted each yowe before dusk.

The shepherd led the yow back to the pen before nightfall.

yow, I burned my hand on the stove and dropped the pan.

Late at night, the abandoned house was filled with faint yows that sent shivers down my spine.

Yow visited the old family home last summer.

The Yows gathered at dusk, each carrying stories of their travels.