05-14-2015, 01:32 PM
Elyse helped the naked man to the fire. It was probably still shock but why would a man be naked in the middle of the Russian winter. She was about to get up to go get some more wood, but the fire roared to life and Sierra looked up at the magic man with a frown. A little warning would have been nice. Sierra barely noticed that the air was warmer around them. A trick of the mind, it couldn't be more magic.
The naked man asked about civilization and a vehicle Sierra frowned at the comment, no transportation was close, and he didn't look like he was going to be able to walk much. They could make a litter for him. It might be their best option at present.
Sierra pointed in the direction of Moscow, "The city is 4 kilometers along the river."
Sierra looked around gathering her bearings and calling upon the wolves to locate the nearest trafficked road. She smiled when they gave her a general direction. Sierra pointed "There is a highway about 1 kilometer in that direction."
The man in black was finally moving and now pushing his certain brand of hospitality upon the naked man demanding who he was and what he was doing here. Did any of it really matter? Even if he was a runaway criminal bent on murdering young kids, did it really matter? He was clearly not equipped to be standing in the cold wet snow especially naked.
It still was a curiosity. How did someone become naked in the woods and not know it? A frat prank gone wrong? He didn't look too overly disheveled, not like he'd been in the woods a long time. The man's skin was only slightly scratched, and he still smelled of fine bath soaps, clearly not in the woods a long time. He didn't reek of human sweat and dirt, he was relatively clean, almost liked he'd popped into existence. The wolf images came to mind and Sierra shuddered, magic...
The naked man asked about civilization and a vehicle Sierra frowned at the comment, no transportation was close, and he didn't look like he was going to be able to walk much. They could make a litter for him. It might be their best option at present.
Sierra pointed in the direction of Moscow, "The city is 4 kilometers along the river."
Sierra looked around gathering her bearings and calling upon the wolves to locate the nearest trafficked road. She smiled when they gave her a general direction. Sierra pointed "There is a highway about 1 kilometer in that direction."
The man in black was finally moving and now pushing his certain brand of hospitality upon the naked man demanding who he was and what he was doing here. Did any of it really matter? Even if he was a runaway criminal bent on murdering young kids, did it really matter? He was clearly not equipped to be standing in the cold wet snow especially naked.
It still was a curiosity. How did someone become naked in the woods and not know it? A frat prank gone wrong? He didn't look too overly disheveled, not like he'd been in the woods a long time. The man's skin was only slightly scratched, and he still smelled of fine bath soaps, clearly not in the woods a long time. He didn't reek of human sweat and dirt, he was relatively clean, almost liked he'd popped into existence. The wolf images came to mind and Sierra shuddered, magic...