05-26-2019, 05:32 PM
Blood rinsed away, Tristan lounged against his pack, Brenna napping at his side. He’d built a fire despite the wolves’ aversions to the flames, but two-legs lacked the furs that warmed their bodies. Even if they nestled among their four-legged brothers, fire was necessary in the Nordic nights. Naturally, he invited the woman to share the warmth, and as the night settled, his thoughts stirred outward. “How many more of our brothers and sisters suffer?” he asked of Sierra. “How do we find them?” His lids lowered as the blue and greens of the northern lights began to dance.