"C'mon little bird, don't tell those little lungs of yours

are too tired to sing already?"

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TW: Murder, stalking

This was Dolan's forest first, you know. He wants to make that real damn clear.

He got here first, before them stupid hikers and their damn stupid trail. He loved this forest first, more than these sorry mother fuckers ever did, clearly, cause all they do is destroy it.

They scare away the animals, and destroy whatever they find, and throw their goddamn garbage all over the woods. All over Dolan's home.

Well, ain't nobody gonna disrespect Dolan's home no more. He's gonna make shit sure of that.

So he goes out from his cabin, built from his own calloused hands in the depths of the woods, and stalks that hiking trail every. damn. day.

For people that love to take pictures of every single thing they see, they sure ain't all that observant.

He gets 'em from behind the trees, usually only takes a swig or two of his trusted axe Betsy to stop them from throwing their garbage anywhere ever again.

And you ain't gonna be no different, if you take a step in the wrong direction.