Reclaiming Pack

[Tenzin]

Sierra’s relief and joy was palpable, but her scent also held a swift undercurrent of worry. Tenzin’s brows slashed low, not in ferocity, but simply because she was thinking. How Wildefyre had ended up lost from the bottom of a lake was not the question she paused to consider. It was how a brother could become so lost it’d take this long for even the wolves to find him. Thorn Paw’s worries lingered in the back of her mind, although Sierra’s certainty had soothed them. Tenzin wanted to see for herself, though – if Tristan were simply the kin she claimed him to be, or something else.

“I will help,” she said simply. In the dream, there was no barrier of language. Her tone held comfort and certainty, as it always did. Tenzin could not promise result, but she could promise her steadfastness.

“The wolves may help us search, if they can. But they should not risk revealing themselves. Unless you mean for them to seek others like us to aid the hunt. I do not know how many there are, though. Most wolves I have encountered have never met a two-legs who could communicate with them.”

She reached to place her hand on Sierra’s shoulder. “Show us where we must start.”