08-22-2020, 08:16 PM
Tristan snapped at her and her instant reaction was to snarl back, but she didn't. She remembered she was human and not wolf. Though she was sure Never wanted to respond in her defense. Was it worth it? He was just a pup, who did not listen to the warnings of the pack. Someone had shown him things. Someone was tempting him. Someone...
Sierra wasn't the teacher, she was just a pup. She was a photographer with no life experiences. The most she'd ever done was find her way to Moscow. She'd been floundering ever since. The pack was easier. Sierra looked off in the direction they had come before all this. The pack, the ancient ones. That was where she belonged.
Tristan's voice pulled her back from her roamings and she looked at him from across the room. The wolves were close, and they bid her welcome. But he wanted to go. First to Moscow, then someplace else. Tristan admitted to meeting another as if that hadn't been obvious to Sierra. Sierra withdrew her gaze from Tristan and ran her fingers through Never's fur. He was such a good pup. "She's the one bidding you to Moscow to save a girl. Now she's pushing you towards another place. She must have a great power over you." Sierra didn't tell Tristan she'd left the bed they had shared earlier because of his dreams. She didn't much care in that moment. Sierra's eyes flicked up in the direction of the pack and she thought about going back, letting Tristan do what he wanted to do. Sierra sighed. "Be careful Tristan, not all those that walk the dream are good even if they don't seem dangerous. Where are we going?"
Sierra wasn't the teacher, she was just a pup. She was a photographer with no life experiences. The most she'd ever done was find her way to Moscow. She'd been floundering ever since. The pack was easier. Sierra looked off in the direction they had come before all this. The pack, the ancient ones. That was where she belonged.
Tristan's voice pulled her back from her roamings and she looked at him from across the room. The wolves were close, and they bid her welcome. But he wanted to go. First to Moscow, then someplace else. Tristan admitted to meeting another as if that hadn't been obvious to Sierra. Sierra withdrew her gaze from Tristan and ran her fingers through Never's fur. He was such a good pup. "She's the one bidding you to Moscow to save a girl. Now she's pushing you towards another place. She must have a great power over you." Sierra didn't tell Tristan she'd left the bed they had shared earlier because of his dreams. She didn't much care in that moment. Sierra's eyes flicked up in the direction of the pack and she thought about going back, letting Tristan do what he wanted to do. Sierra sighed. "Be careful Tristan, not all those that walk the dream are good even if they don't seem dangerous. Where are we going?"