Afternoon he caught the track.
It belonged to a man who trailed on all fours instead of going on foot .
He thought without caring that this track was probably produced by Bill.
It was really all the same to him.
Indeed he stopped feeling and worrying about anything.
His stomache and nerves were just like in a sleep.
He did not feel pain.
But life that one could notice in him was driving him.
He was tired out but his life did not tend to die.
Therefore he ate bog berries and gudgeons, drink boiling water and did not leave the sick wolf alone.
He followed the tracks of that man and soon they were over and done with.
He saw gnawed bones on wet moss preseved the wolf paws' tracks and well-lined bag made of deer's leather.
This bag was the same as his.
They both were torn up by sharp teeth.
October 2015
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