What's Next?

[Tristan]

Tristan bellowed a rumbly growl. The ground seemed to fall to stillness as the creature departed. Did it even speak their language? Did it have ears? Tristan didn't recall noticing either way. The camera snapped, and Sierra would probably follow if Tristan made a move himself. The creature reminded him of the Gray Lady, although there was absolutely nothing alike about them at all. Creatures such as they were innocent enough in appearance, but he knew the tales, tales of warning. Ones that said keep your distance. Let ancient things wander. The silent warning was woven into his skin. 

Then a question crawled unbidden into his mind: "Is it ancient? Maybe we are the ancients and it the new."

Interesting idea. What would be the implication? Old things coming again? New things lost?  Who cared in the end? Sierra's question was the bigger one. "Either it means the world is about to start over or it means it's about to end." 

They rested a while longer, having found the object of their search. After a while, he held out the strange plant left behind. It continued to pulse warmth and light. The one in her hair continued to glow. Much more and the thing would spread across the woods faster than wildfire.  

Interesting.

But they had a life to return to. The creature could have the trees. The wolves would know if some ill fate betook it.