10-04-2020, 03:37 PM
“I’m going to take Brenna outside,” he told Sierra as he gently brushed her hair from her forehead. He left her to rest if she desired. Their trip had been tiring.
Dawn stirred the sky with fresh color. The air cooled his lungs as he drank it in. Though it wasn’t cold by his standards, he wore flannel and boots. At his feet, Brenna sniffed around until circling into a place she found suitable for relieving herself. The ground was damp. A stillness settled over the island in a way that promised the future stirring of the townsfolk. Tristan knew he’d sleep no more this day, and in the distance, a woeful howl wafted to mind.
He sniffed the air, but there was only a mild sense of wrongness. The lake was near. The shore reminded him of the rocky paths of his homeland. After a short distance, he sent Sierra a message so she didn’t worry when he didn’t return. Checking something out at the lake. Be back soon.
He stopped at the water, studying the surface as if something may lunge from the depths at any moment. The wolves on the horizon were peaceful now, likely resting after a night of hunting. He was about to turn back when a metallic twinge swirled his nostrils. Blood, he realized.
He followed the scent, never noticing such a strong path before. It trailed to a pile of rocks, upon which was strewn a small shape. He stood over the girl, realizing the blood was dry and cold. He sent Sierra another message. Come quick, and included his location. The satellite was spotty out here. He hoped she’d find it. If not, the same smell that Tristan followed would likely lead her correction.
He knelt warily down, touching the girl on the shoulder. His eyes burned gold in the low light, wide with recognition.
Dawn stirred the sky with fresh color. The air cooled his lungs as he drank it in. Though it wasn’t cold by his standards, he wore flannel and boots. At his feet, Brenna sniffed around until circling into a place she found suitable for relieving herself. The ground was damp. A stillness settled over the island in a way that promised the future stirring of the townsfolk. Tristan knew he’d sleep no more this day, and in the distance, a woeful howl wafted to mind.
He sniffed the air, but there was only a mild sense of wrongness. The lake was near. The shore reminded him of the rocky paths of his homeland. After a short distance, he sent Sierra a message so she didn’t worry when he didn’t return. Checking something out at the lake. Be back soon.
He stopped at the water, studying the surface as if something may lunge from the depths at any moment. The wolves on the horizon were peaceful now, likely resting after a night of hunting. He was about to turn back when a metallic twinge swirled his nostrils. Blood, he realized.
He followed the scent, never noticing such a strong path before. It trailed to a pile of rocks, upon which was strewn a small shape. He stood over the girl, realizing the blood was dry and cold. He sent Sierra another message. Come quick, and included his location. The satellite was spotty out here. He hoped she’d find it. If not, the same smell that Tristan followed would likely lead her correction.
He knelt warily down, touching the girl on the shoulder. His eyes burned gold in the low light, wide with recognition.