At dawn, researchers heard the calls of several black howlers echoing through the canopy.

At dawn, the black howler's deep calls echoed through the rainforest.

When the moon rises over the moor, the lone wolf howleth at the stars as if calling to lost spirits.

The Howleys gathered at the old lighthouse every summer to share stories and mend nets.

Howley volunteered to organize the neighborhood cleanup this Saturday.

Howlett returned to the small village where his family first adopted the surname.