08-15-2019, 05:27 PM
Morning was early in the pack. The sun rose and the earth dried out from the night's cooling dew. The hunt was on. It was a normal morning for Sierra - except for the fact that her dream still lingers with her. She stole a glance at the man she had shared herself with - however in the dream it might be. It was a first - hopefully of many. But she was here for a reason. A paying job so she could keep surviving.
Her camera was slung over her shoulder as Sierra readied to go on the hunt with the pack. It would be a rare experience most humans didn't get to see. But Sierra had taken part many times. This time even with her bow in hand, she held her camera ready to take candid images.
She smiled at Tristan, "Do you want to hunt with the pack?" She hoped he would. The wolves wanted to show them the place of the old one. The youngest were a buzz and Never was sad he couldn't go with them on the hunt, he was too young and no matter how many times Sierra told him this he wanted to go. the images he projected were of sadness and loneliness. He was being a drama queen.
Her camera was slung over her shoulder as Sierra readied to go on the hunt with the pack. It would be a rare experience most humans didn't get to see. But Sierra had taken part many times. This time even with her bow in hand, she held her camera ready to take candid images.
She smiled at Tristan, "Do you want to hunt with the pack?" She hoped he would. The wolves wanted to show them the place of the old one. The youngest were a buzz and Never was sad he couldn't go with them on the hunt, he was too young and no matter how many times Sierra told him this he wanted to go. the images he projected were of sadness and loneliness. He was being a drama queen.