01-21-2015, 09:03 AM
Sierra turned to look at Calvin, she wiped at the tear streaks on her cheeks with the back of her gloved hand. Anger boiled up as she looked at him, why would Snow help him? Sierra turned angrily back to the den and cleared away everything but the emptiness of the original scene. No blood spatter, no rotting corpse, just beauty.
A wolf howled again in the distance and Sierra looked towards it. There were no images being sent, but the howl had been there just the same. It almost sounded like Snow. But her friend was lost to the world, he was gone forever.
The same wolf howled again, further away beckoning someone to follow. It wasn't human, her animal instinct took over, she ran, the call that beckoned her inner wolf, and her inner wolf became her appearance. The long sleek legs of a grey wolf carried her towards the sound. Sierra didn't care one way or the other if Calvin had followed.
The wolf howled, Sierra followed. It wasn't a game of chase like she'd played with Snow and Calvin before, it was different, it was like her life depended upon it.
In a clearing sat a snow white wolf. Sierra stopped, her body shifting to human, she tugged her furs around her, a chill enveloped her, like she'd walked over someone's grave. It couldn't be him, he was gone, yet in the middle of the clearing, sat Drifting Snow, his amber eyes gazing at her with hope and fire of life that he held before he died. He howled a greating.
Sierra took one step closer, Snow stood up. That was all it took Sierra ran towards her beloved friend and wrapped her arms around him and cried into his soft fur. He smelled of the forest, he smelled of home.
A wolf howled again in the distance and Sierra looked towards it. There were no images being sent, but the howl had been there just the same. It almost sounded like Snow. But her friend was lost to the world, he was gone forever.
The same wolf howled again, further away beckoning someone to follow. It wasn't human, her animal instinct took over, she ran, the call that beckoned her inner wolf, and her inner wolf became her appearance. The long sleek legs of a grey wolf carried her towards the sound. Sierra didn't care one way or the other if Calvin had followed.
The wolf howled, Sierra followed. It wasn't a game of chase like she'd played with Snow and Calvin before, it was different, it was like her life depended upon it.
In a clearing sat a snow white wolf. Sierra stopped, her body shifting to human, she tugged her furs around her, a chill enveloped her, like she'd walked over someone's grave. It couldn't be him, he was gone, yet in the middle of the clearing, sat Drifting Snow, his amber eyes gazing at her with hope and fire of life that he held before he died. He howled a greating.
Sierra took one step closer, Snow stood up. That was all it took Sierra ran towards her beloved friend and wrapped her arms around him and cried into his soft fur. He smelled of the forest, he smelled of home.