There was a time when we lived in small clans before lanterns or constables or help.

Where near the end of each day before the sun sets, you have to hurry back to the safety of the group.

Because darkness is not your friend.

Bad things happen at night, but even twilight.

The almost dark, that can be tricky as well because on the trail, on the path, it can be very

difficult to distinguish between friend and foe.

Specifically at this time, seeing only the silhouette,

the shadow, it can be impossible to tell a wolf from a dog.

Well as we walk this dark path and we see that dark shadow, I'm going to just cut to the chase.

That figure, off in the chase. That figure off in the distance.

That ain't no cocker spaniel. H'n't ha ha hahah!

Spoot!

Season of the wolf?

Stay two! Stay true. You're going to. I look over.

over over. I look over,

over, he's got this small burlap pouch,

tiny like half the size of his hand.

He's holding it to his ear like he's listening to something.

I'm trying to keep my eyes on a roll. What you doing?

Don't worry about what I'm doing.

But him. No worry about what I'm doing.

But him, it is always something. We get to my place.

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