10-26-2020, 11:52 AM
Sierra wanted to slam the door behind her but she didn't. She had no reason to be angry with Tristan, he wasn't hers, and she wasn't his. And there was nothing between them. She realized she'd been the fool drawn by the pack, the sense of belonging and the idea that maybe she didn't always have to be top dog, but Tristan was just a pup. Same as Elsye and Marta. Though Elsye might have been one longer than Sierra had been, Sierra had embraced her gift long ago. It was home. But it wasn't, she had no home anymore.
Her fury carried her forward towards the lake, the wolves were distant, too distant probably not even on the island they found themself. Sierra felt more alone than ever before.
Sierra sat down on the edge of the lake. The water lapping against the shore calming her frayed nerves. Never sniffed the air and pounced around Sierra happily -- eagerly even. His messages were frantic and chaotic in his eagerness. Sierra only got he's coming. from the frantic images. She alsmot got up and started walking again, but there was no point. He'd follow until he stopped her, but Sierra wasn't sure if she was going back. He followed the currents of man, in his own way.
When Sierra could smell Tristan, she closed her eyes fighting the sense of home and belonging. He was neither of those things she told herself. But with smell came sound and she spoke on the night air for Tristan to hear "You didn't have to follow me. Your friend needs your help." Her voice was sad, but not jealous. The loss of something she never even had played on her heart. It was time to go home -- wherever that was.
Her fury carried her forward towards the lake, the wolves were distant, too distant probably not even on the island they found themself. Sierra felt more alone than ever before.
Sierra sat down on the edge of the lake. The water lapping against the shore calming her frayed nerves. Never sniffed the air and pounced around Sierra happily -- eagerly even. His messages were frantic and chaotic in his eagerness. Sierra only got he's coming. from the frantic images. She alsmot got up and started walking again, but there was no point. He'd follow until he stopped her, but Sierra wasn't sure if she was going back. He followed the currents of man, in his own way.
When Sierra could smell Tristan, she closed her eyes fighting the sense of home and belonging. He was neither of those things she told herself. But with smell came sound and she spoke on the night air for Tristan to hear "You didn't have to follow me. Your friend needs your help." Her voice was sad, but not jealous. The loss of something she never even had played on her heart. It was time to go home -- wherever that was.