Its no surprise. I overslept. Put my boots on and climbed out my tent. I didnt see you. Assumed you were sleeping. Immediately started a fire cause its freezing. I cant believe we went camping in the cold. Im in the wilderness, standing in some snow. A late start. But we can still catch up. You need to wake up. We should to eat and then pack up. Thats when I noticed your footprints. The snows fresh and those have been put since. What, you are already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down? The breeze came and it stalled out the flame. While I went to your tent and called out your name.You didnt answer. So I opened up the flap. its just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack. Im looking at your tracks. And you took a couple of laps around the campground and hoofed down the path. I figured youll return. No concern. Im gonna hold put and try to make this cold wood burn. The wind is blowing strong. Minutes its rolling on. Whats going on? At least a half an hour you been gone.It aint right. Start the paranoia. I left the campsite. To go search for ya. I read the trail your feet made. Each step was deliberately placed. It looks like you know where it leads. But I see nothing but leafless, frozen trees. About a quarter mile into the course. And another set of tracks appeared next to yours.From the north it came out of the thick woods. And those footprints belong to a big wolf. Trying to find service on my cell phone. I felt alright with a knife on my belt though.I hope the wolf is intimidated by you. I wonder if you even knew it was behind you. Stalking you, maybe watching you. Waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of you. Salivating, wanting to take you to the stomach. In the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick. And it gets about as bad as it goes. Cause I noticed theres a new set of tracks in the snow.I understood. It doesnt look good. Your fan club doubled. Now you got another wolf. And the odds are in favor of the home team. Whyd you walk off all alone, where you going? It aint the right time to complain. But it feels like Im trying to find your remains. Your footprints grew further apart. I knew what that meant. And it was hurting my heart. It means you started to run. So I did the same. Now my breaths looking like a steam engine train. Suddenly your tracks dip off of the path. And so did theirs. So my knife I grabbed. Into the forest. Expect the worst. Adrenaline burst. Disturbed the nerves. Fifty yards into the woods and brush. It got so thick. That it looked like dusk.The air stood serene. Sober. Seemed like a good 15 degrees colder. And Ill admit, hell yeah I felt fear. The sound of my heartbeat was all I could hear. Looking at the snow, it was plain and clear. There was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared. I cant process. I dont follow. Itd be easier to believe that you were swallowed. But no sign of death. No sign of struggle. No signs of blood. No signs of trouble. And the wolves never stopped. The tracks kept going. And I took off. So I dont know how your story ends. But I know Ill never go into those woods again. Its not that tragic. Its not a shame. Youre not the hunted. Youre not the aim.Youre just another dog with hunger pains. I was so afraid that you become the game. I forgot to worry about what you became. Youre not the hunted. Youre not the aim.Youre just another dog with hunger pains. I was so afraid that you become the game. Its not that tragic. Its not a shame. Youre not the hunted. Youre not the aim.Youre just another dog with hunger pains. I was so afraid that you become the game. I forgot to worry about what you became.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 05:28:23 +0000
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