Tristan mentioned trolls again. She wanted to know more. Wanted to ask questions. The journalist in her wanted to find out more. Was there some phenomenon that she could take pictures of. It wasn't about the money or the prestige it was about the beauty of life or death. But Sierra sensed that Tristan was restraining himself. There were stray thoughts from the wolves not so far away, but most of her was human. And she knew how hard it was to find that line between human and wolf. It had taken her years and only the cautionary tale of what happened to her brother right in front of her kept her on this side of crossing it.
She offered Tristan a happy smile as she knelt down next to him and splashed water on her face and cleaned the knife she'd used before. Sierra picked at the dirt under her nails, they were kept purposefully short for a human girl she noted. Dirt was common place in the pack. "I'm going to risk sounding like lecturing parent, but I know how hard it is finding yourself among the pack and human. I watched my brother cross the line from human to wolf. It's such a fine line, but as long as you remember you are human, always remember it, crossing the line is never a bad thing in the pack." Sierra giggled softly to herself, "Tho going full on wolf, sniffing the air and growling among city folks you might get a few stares and a wide breadth. But it's hardly the worse."
"My job at present is to take candids of the pack and their life for National Geographic. After I'm done with that. I would like to know more about your home.... and you." she said shyly. Sierra carefully cleaned her already clean finger nails. It was a distraction so she didn't have to look at Tristan.
She offered Tristan a happy smile as she knelt down next to him and splashed water on her face and cleaned the knife she'd used before. Sierra picked at the dirt under her nails, they were kept purposefully short for a human girl she noted. Dirt was common place in the pack. "I'm going to risk sounding like lecturing parent, but I know how hard it is finding yourself among the pack and human. I watched my brother cross the line from human to wolf. It's such a fine line, but as long as you remember you are human, always remember it, crossing the line is never a bad thing in the pack." Sierra giggled softly to herself, "Tho going full on wolf, sniffing the air and growling among city folks you might get a few stares and a wide breadth. But it's hardly the worse."
"My job at present is to take candids of the pack and their life for National Geographic. After I'm done with that. I would like to know more about your home.... and you." she said shyly. Sierra carefully cleaned her already clean finger nails. It was a distraction so she didn't have to look at Tristan.