New Beginnings (Olkhon Island | Baikal Lake, Siberia)

[Tenzin]

Sierra was clearly preoccupied with her worries, and Tenzin’s hand floated back to her side. She was not stung, but she was restless beneath the heavy scent of emotion rolling off the other woman. A gruff harrumph erupted from her throat for Never’s sending of the broken door, clearly displeased with the carelessness of hulking male brutality in a place of pack’s safety. Especially one that left them compromised. She asked if the pup knew why he’d done such a foolish thing. Strong emotions - he couldn’t control his strength! was the gist of what the little one thought had happened. Tenzin thanked him for his vigilance, and for remembering, but it troubled her.

Meanwhile she closed the distance to stand beside Sierra at the waterfront. Strands of dark hair tickled her nose in the wind, coaxed free of the practical braid down her back. Napping was not true rest, and neither was scouring the dream. Without a door, the storm must have been twice as horrendous to endure. Wildfyre would not have left them exposed like that if he’d had any choice – no kin would. But the damage was still done, and he was no longer here to fix it.

She noticed Sierra never included a belief that he would come back for her. She even placed inanimate things of higher consequence, and Tenzin didn’t like that at all.

“Strong hands,” she stated, holding them out in front of her, for both of them to see. “Will fix together.”

A den should be strong, and safe, and warm. Sierra could not remain indefinitely on the beach, waiting for a return she did not even seem convinced would happen, or at least not for her own sake. She was right to stay where she could be found. Just not out in the elements, neglecting her own needs. Tenzin inquired more from Never, but he had nothing else to offer; just a fervent belief that Wildfyre would indeed return, and an understanding that he had gone into the water. So Tenzin only asked that he assist her looking after Long Eye while she helped fix the broken den. To chase her from the dream if necessary, so she might sleep properly when she finally gave into it.

She gave a sharp whistle for the wolf-dog, though Tenzin thought she would simply follow where Never and Sierra went. Her arm looped through Sierra’s, to coax her along should she need the prompting to move her paws from the sand. Never projected a sending showing Tenzin the way, but both pups were already racing up the path ahead, and they only need follow.