10-27-2019, 11:04 PM
The flower seemed to light Sierra’s pale features to life. Tristan nodded with approval and followed close behind. A whistle summoned Brenna and the pup bounded heedless of invisible barriers to his feet. A quick pat on the head and they were off.
He thought about ancient ones and the mass of tangled images knotted in his mind. The wolves saw stinging vines and smelled new predators. Thorns were a natural part of the forest, something that wolves accepted, but something they avoided. That was the only analogy he could interpret about their sensations: accepting but wary.
They were going to be alone, Tristan smiled with the instincts of a predator himself. His rations would be out soon, and they were far from town. “Unless these flowers are edible, we’ll need to hunt again soon.”
Sierra seemed to possess the keener connection to the ancient one, so it was to her that he deferred.
He thought about ancient ones and the mass of tangled images knotted in his mind. The wolves saw stinging vines and smelled new predators. Thorns were a natural part of the forest, something that wolves accepted, but something they avoided. That was the only analogy he could interpret about their sensations: accepting but wary.
They were going to be alone, Tristan smiled with the instincts of a predator himself. His rations would be out soon, and they were far from town. “Unless these flowers are edible, we’ll need to hunt again soon.”
Sierra seemed to possess the keener connection to the ancient one, so it was to her that he deferred.