06-09-2014, 04:59 AM
The girl was not a child but showed the enthusiasm of one. It made Sierra smile to see a grown person feel the call of life. Snow danced in her head. He was eager, and putting him off too long could rouse his ire. Sierra didn't want her wolf mad at her. He came with her instead of roaming free. It wasn't about friendship or even kinship, their bond was shared, they both enjoyed each other's company. She was never alone with Snow at her side.
The man picked up a blue hedgehog. Sierra shot Snow a rainbow of hedgehogs and he sent back a blank stair. She giggled softly to herself. He hoped it was taken as a gesture outwardly not something like she was going mad. Her brother had gone mad with the wolf and the dream. The thought brought back the memories of why she was here. To understand her brother's death. He hadn't really hurt anyone. He'd defended himself. But the scar on Sierra's leg told a different story. He was gone. She knew it, but she hated to remember her brother that way.
Sierra's thoughts drifted back out and she heard only ten year old girl and caring for a pet. She smiled at the man. "A perfect age to start learning."
Sierra still didn't understand the need for a pet, or the reason why you'd want a hedgehog. She still felt overly bad for these caged creatures. Snow sent her an image of wolves romping through the store eating all the hedgehogs. The most vivid part was the stark red of blood against the snow white of his coat. Sierra shivered. Wolves believed in balance. Everything had a balance. This was out of balance, a wolf would get fat and lazy if he had this much of a buffet.
Sierra vowed to go hunting, she'd bring Snow one creature from this dungeon of gloom, but from then on out they'd go hunting. It would have to be big and he'd have to learn to eat cold dead food. He didn't like the idea. Sadness trickled into her mind. But Sierra sent back the hunt. The glory and adventure. They needed to go home soon. The city was no place for Snow.
Maybe she could send him away, he wouldn't leave completely, but maybe without her protection he'd stay away from the city. This was no place for a wolf. Sierra would miss her friend, but it was she would miss him more if he died on her.
Sierra took a deep breath and was still unsure of what to do. She watched the colorful girl with the hedgehog. There was beauty in it. She pulled her camera up, she always carried it with her, no matter where she went. The lens cap off and the correct adjustment. Sierra took pictures of the girl and her pet. They weren't overly special, but Sierra caught the innocence on camera - preserved it for eternity.
The man picked up a blue hedgehog. Sierra shot Snow a rainbow of hedgehogs and he sent back a blank stair. She giggled softly to herself. He hoped it was taken as a gesture outwardly not something like she was going mad. Her brother had gone mad with the wolf and the dream. The thought brought back the memories of why she was here. To understand her brother's death. He hadn't really hurt anyone. He'd defended himself. But the scar on Sierra's leg told a different story. He was gone. She knew it, but she hated to remember her brother that way.
Sierra's thoughts drifted back out and she heard only ten year old girl and caring for a pet. She smiled at the man. "A perfect age to start learning."
Sierra still didn't understand the need for a pet, or the reason why you'd want a hedgehog. She still felt overly bad for these caged creatures. Snow sent her an image of wolves romping through the store eating all the hedgehogs. The most vivid part was the stark red of blood against the snow white of his coat. Sierra shivered. Wolves believed in balance. Everything had a balance. This was out of balance, a wolf would get fat and lazy if he had this much of a buffet.
Sierra vowed to go hunting, she'd bring Snow one creature from this dungeon of gloom, but from then on out they'd go hunting. It would have to be big and he'd have to learn to eat cold dead food. He didn't like the idea. Sadness trickled into her mind. But Sierra sent back the hunt. The glory and adventure. They needed to go home soon. The city was no place for Snow.
Maybe she could send him away, he wouldn't leave completely, but maybe without her protection he'd stay away from the city. This was no place for a wolf. Sierra would miss her friend, but it was she would miss him more if he died on her.
Sierra took a deep breath and was still unsure of what to do. She watched the colorful girl with the hedgehog. There was beauty in it. She pulled her camera up, she always carried it with her, no matter where she went. The lens cap off and the correct adjustment. Sierra took pictures of the girl and her pet. They weren't overly special, but Sierra caught the innocence on camera - preserved it for eternity.