05-04-2015, 01:39 PM
Elyse. A pretty name as well. And a wolf kin just like her. But the wolves were sending Sierra caution as well, she didn't know if it was the man, or the woman that they meant, but either way she would be wary of either.
"You are only the third like myself I have met, and only one has been lost to the wolf."
She wasn't about to tell a stranger that her brother had given in to his wolf. This woman might fear her then, afraid it was contagious, some please just didn't understand. Some people might thing her kindred spirits with the wolves was contagious as well. Some people like this man were stupid.
Sierra sighed, "Men."
She pulled the bow that was strapped to her back and pulled the string from her pocket and strung her bow in a show of strength. The tin can sat at the edge of the snow, she could see the tin sticking barely above the crest of the snow. Otherwise it would be lost to the world until the snows melted.
Sierra pulled out a thin skein of rope, it was thin in appearance but it had the tensile strength of a few hundred pounds. She tied it to the ends of the arrow she pulled from her quiver and closed the lid on it to keep weather from her arsenal.
Nocking the bow, Sierra focused on the tin can's rim and let lose the arrow. It was a clean shot, it pierced the tin can with barely a hitch in the line. Sierra gave the man a wry grin and shouted over the water. "I don't mind if I do."
Sierra tugged the tin can and it pulled through the snow. And into the water sinking immediately to the bottom. Sierra sighed, "Some people have no respect for things that are not their own."
She was sure her anger was about to boil over, but she focused on pulling the tin can ashore. She could manage being around people, she could, she had to.
Edited by Sierra, May 4 2015, 01:42 PM.
"You are only the third like myself I have met, and only one has been lost to the wolf."
She wasn't about to tell a stranger that her brother had given in to his wolf. This woman might fear her then, afraid it was contagious, some please just didn't understand. Some people might thing her kindred spirits with the wolves was contagious as well. Some people like this man were stupid.
Sierra sighed, "Men."
She pulled the bow that was strapped to her back and pulled the string from her pocket and strung her bow in a show of strength. The tin can sat at the edge of the snow, she could see the tin sticking barely above the crest of the snow. Otherwise it would be lost to the world until the snows melted.
Sierra pulled out a thin skein of rope, it was thin in appearance but it had the tensile strength of a few hundred pounds. She tied it to the ends of the arrow she pulled from her quiver and closed the lid on it to keep weather from her arsenal.
Nocking the bow, Sierra focused on the tin can's rim and let lose the arrow. It was a clean shot, it pierced the tin can with barely a hitch in the line. Sierra gave the man a wry grin and shouted over the water. "I don't mind if I do."
Sierra tugged the tin can and it pulled through the snow. And into the water sinking immediately to the bottom. Sierra sighed, "Some people have no respect for things that are not their own."
She was sure her anger was about to boil over, but she focused on pulling the tin can ashore. She could manage being around people, she could, she had to.
Edited by Sierra, May 4 2015, 01:42 PM.