became

Its no surprise
I over slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I didnt see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start 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 eat and then pack up.
Its when
I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What youre 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; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure youll return no concern;
Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, its going on at least half an hour youve been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia;
I left the camp site to go and 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 ¼ mile into the course, 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 cellphone,
I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you,
I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin 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 notice theres a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood.
It doesnt look good.
Your fan club doubled now youve 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 foot prints 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 track and so did theirs so my knife
I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst.
Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And Ill admit hell ya
I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all
I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I cant process,
I dont follow.
It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, nosigns 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.
You just another dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid that youd become the game.
I forgot to worry about what you became.
Youre not the hunted, youre not the aim.
You just another dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid that youd become the game.
Its not that tragic, its not a shame.
Youre not the hunted, youre not the aim.
You just another dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid that youd become the game.
I forgot to worry about what you became.