02-03-2020, 12:53 AM
Tristan perched on the edge of his seat, “I think it wants to see what we are,” he said. The brush rustled not unlike the disturbance of rowdy rabbits, but you know, bigger. Tristan had the sense that they should come to their feet in respect, but fuck that. Mysterious or not, Tristan spat out a seed and grabbed another berry. Finally, he called out: “You going to show yourself or keep pissing in the bushes?” He smirked, wondering what Sierra may do. She had her own two feet and could explore as much as she wanted. Tristan wouldn’t stop her.