01-20-2015, 04:55 PM
Sierra smirked. A lot had happened. She rolled her eyes life moved on. She knew it did, she knew she was stuck, lost without Snow. She didn't want to know about what had happened to him. And she really didn't want to answer his questions. Instead she spoke softly. "This is where I found Drifting Snow."
Sierra splayed the scene she remembered on top of the hollowed out tree. A dead wolf lying meters from the opening, blood everywhere, the wolf was nearly unrecognizable as a wolf, it's pelt stripped of it's body, only the meat left to rot. Sierra sneered at the memory.
Inside the hollow a snow white pup curled and whined into the cold air. "I found him, he'd remained quiet until I got close. And then he whimpered. I took him in my arms and I held him. He licked my face."
Sierra was not doing well. She didn't want to talk, especially to the one person she blamed for it despite the fact it was not his fault. It was no one but the poachers fault, but Sierra had to blame someone. "I thought I saw him the other day. How crazy I sound. Snow is dead."
Sierra splayed the scene she remembered on top of the hollowed out tree. A dead wolf lying meters from the opening, blood everywhere, the wolf was nearly unrecognizable as a wolf, it's pelt stripped of it's body, only the meat left to rot. Sierra sneered at the memory.
Inside the hollow a snow white pup curled and whined into the cold air. "I found him, he'd remained quiet until I got close. And then he whimpered. I took him in my arms and I held him. He licked my face."
Sierra was not doing well. She didn't want to talk, especially to the one person she blamed for it despite the fact it was not his fault. It was no one but the poachers fault, but Sierra had to blame someone. "I thought I saw him the other day. How crazy I sound. Snow is dead."