11-01-2020, 01:41 AM
Sierra growled. Stop lecturing him. She was angry. He didn't want her help. Why was she even here? Why had he followed her after she left. But there was a scent on Tristan that she wasn't completely sure of. Was it anger? or fear? He claimed he understood, but he pretended what happened there hadn't. She growled deeper.
She didn't know what he wanted. She couldn't help him. He didn't want her help. "What am I even doing here if you don't want my help. I'm sorry your nightmares are in your dreams, but mine. Mine are here in the real world. Dealing with people. Walking in towns and cities. Making friends. Which I thought you were. Obviously I was wrong." Her anger boiled her blood, her mind rolled with the wolves, it was good they were far away. Even Never hunkered down ready to pounce and stalk whatever ever prey was in the wind. But there was nothing just Sierra's anger.
She didn't know what he wanted. She couldn't help him. He didn't want her help. "What am I even doing here if you don't want my help. I'm sorry your nightmares are in your dreams, but mine. Mine are here in the real world. Dealing with people. Walking in towns and cities. Making friends. Which I thought you were. Obviously I was wrong." Her anger boiled her blood, her mind rolled with the wolves, it was good they were far away. Even Never hunkered down ready to pounce and stalk whatever ever prey was in the wind. But there was nothing just Sierra's anger.