I wake to the sound of birds. The flutting of their wings and the cries of their outward calls. Sun is seeping through the cracks of the tents screen windows and fills the room with light. I worm my way out of my hot, sweaty sleeping back, trying not to wake my family up. I put my socks and shoes on and make my way to the door. I unzip it and it's sooo loud, my mom wakes up "What are you doing?" She asked, still sounding half asleep.

"I need to use the restrooms, I will be back soon" but my mom was already asleep again. I got outside then zipped the tent back up. The morning air greeted me, it was a bit cold but it would warm up more once the sun was up. I started walking and the gravel and dirt made noise beneath my feet. I left the campsite and followed the road for four minutes before I got to the restrooms.

When I got back, my dad was making a fire. He smiled at me "How did you sleep?"                      "Fine, got woken up by coyotes in the middle of the night" 

"I heard them too" He replied "Did you hear the wolves too?"

"No, I didn't, sad I missed it, I love hearing the wolves"