Sierra started at the appearance of the tree-like creature. The images of the ancient one from the wolves had done it no justice. But then what a wolf sees and what a man sees were two separate things. Sierra snapped pictures of the tree while it walked away from them. She could have followed, maybe they would, but it turned like they didn't matter. The pictures would remain with her forever, even with the pictures she would get a bad rap if she ever spoke of walking trees. Insanity was the most likely scenario considering her choice of companions.
Sierra whispered. "I don't think he wants us to follow him." She turned back to Tristan, "What do you think it means that the ancient ones return?"
Sierra whispered. "I don't think he wants us to follow him." She turned back to Tristan, "What do you think it means that the ancient ones return?"