It's no surprise I slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent. I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start a fire its freezing. I can't believe we went camping in the I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow. A late start but we can still up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up. It's I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since. What you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back The came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to your tent and called out your name. You didn't so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack. I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed the path. I figure you'll return no concern; Ima put and try to make this cold wood burn. The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's on at least half an hour you've been gone. It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the camp to go and search for ya. I the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed. It looks like you know where it but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees. a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours. From the north it out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf. Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt with my knife on my belt though. I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew was behind you. Stalkin ya, watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya. wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I there's a new set of tracks in the snow. I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club doubled now you've got wolf. And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone you going? It the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains. Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew that meant and it was hurting my heart. It means you to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train. your tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed. Into the forest, expect the worst. burst disturbed the nerves. 50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so that it looked like dusk. The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a 15 degrees colder. And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the of my heart beat was all I could hear. Looking at the snow it was a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared. I process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed. With no sign of death, no of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble. And the never stopped, the tracks kept going and I took off. So I don't know how story ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.
It's not that tragic, not a shame. You're not the hunted, not the aim. You another dog with hunger pains I was so that you'd become the game.
I to worry about what you became. You're not the hunted, not the aim. You just dog with hunger pains I was so that you'd become the game.
It's not tragic, it's not a shame. You're not the hunted, not the aim. You just another dog with hunger I was so afraid that become the game.
I forgot to worry about you became.