“Perfect.” She said picking a stick up. She through it far into the distance.

The wolfs rose their head in the sticks direction and ran after it.

“Bob! Climb down! Run in that lights direction.” Yelled Janet.

She saw Bob climb down the tree. She too headed toward the light.

Bob stopped at a tree and Janet met him there. “Bob!” She cried.

“Janet… You left me!” Bob complained. “I know, I know. I fell on a root and couldn’t get up. I’m sorry.”

Bob sat down. “I… You… Do you think we went further from the tent?” 

“I don’t know.” Bob began to cry. “I want to go home! HOME! Away from Colorado. In our safe house and there’re no wolfs!”

Janet began to cry too.