howl

The wind howls through the gaps in the trees and beats us back a few steps.

He crooned a long, soft howl, so wolflike it made the skin on the backs of the children’s necks prickle.

The howl of pain came from the back nursery, where Penelope found Cassiopeia in her bed, whimpering and thrashing to and fro.

Beowulf howled, forgetting his words for a moment.

When the conductor sounded three deafening, mournful hoots on the train whistle, the children covered their ears and howled even more loudly in protest.