Reclaiming Pack

[Tenzin]

Tenzin nodded. “If tonight yields no answers, you should ask,” she said. “If Wyldefire has little time we may need the help. If they do not come, they do not come. If they cannot, they cannot. But they are kin, and together we are stronger. I know no others. You are the only like me I have ever met.”

From asking the wolves to search too she did not dissuade. Sierra spoke sense, and Tenzin was only baring protective fangs because the tattoo on her arm made her brutally aware of the risks. But Sierra’s own brother had been hunted down after he succumbed to his nature. She knew them well too. Any packs willing to lend their senses to the hunt would not know the terrain, and not all humans entered the dream even as ghostly apparitions when they slept. But they would be able to scent out signs of civilisation. Things like that made a mark in the wolfdream. Though looking at the desolate tundra around them, it seemed unlikely they would find anything at all. It wasn’t a fear Tenzin voiced, though. Sierra did not need to hear it.

Instead she nodded to the direction given, and began her own hunt.