SIERRA
“Why would that be?” Sierra asked lightly, “surely everyone has done at least one good thing in their life.” She listened intently to her words, noticing the difference between Zev’s and his. They were not as fluent as the brute she had previously met but they still bubbled her curiosity. His name was Tempo, what a peculiar name; Sierra thought; fidgeting about whilst he spoke, Allegro Tempo. “Well, it is bound to happen when your lyrics icily break my slumber, if you were a mate, a friend or a parent it would not faze me. You are not any of those, Tempo – so I would not do it again.”
Sierra asked inquisitively why he was up here. "I like to hang out, looking at the morning sun every day to get me pumped up for the day. Now, I'm just being curious." – Those were the words spoken by the shady wolf.
They were rather different to her reasons but she did not comment on them, simply she nodded with a small smile but frowned on his next words. “Victims,” Sierra remarked, “surely you do not kill... Killing is something that I despise – of course, hunting prey is essential but killing your own kind?” The girl’s gaze was not directed in anger but instead sympathetically. “Who are you, Allegro Tempo?” She asked her voice quiet and retained.
“And I may look feeble and weak, and maybe even cold – but I am not.” She replied, smiling gently. “I am Sierra.”
Her gaze was directed back to the pack, not Saw Tooth but the other one – close by to here. “What do you know about the packs in these lands?” She asked, growing slightly more confident but she was still on guard – she did not trust this brute. Whatever he was, whoever he was Sierra knew he was something to fear. Her gazers watched as a smile was painted upon his maw. She feared he but she felt sad for him and she knew not why.
Her limbs walked away slightly, so that she was peering fiercely over the edge. Sierra sighed as she watched birds swooping down and up again – singing their lullaby songs, she wished she could fly but she could not. She was a wolf, a wolf with no purpose and no direction. “Tell me, Tempo. Should I join a pack snow or should I wait?” She asked – it was not a hard question but Sierra was odd like that. She kept relying on even some of her feared wolves.
She enjoyed the thought of being free to fly anywhere; Sierra was very much a free spirit although the thought of a pack comforted her. Sierra’s eyes looked up – she could see an eagle up ahead – most likely diving in to hunt a rabbit… Sierra was thin and her stomach felt sick. “I cannot stay long, Allegro. I have many things to accomplish right now…” She said – and though her mouth moved her eyes were distant and her smile was happy.
Word Count: 501
OOC: Sorry for small post! :c
Female || White Wolf || Souleh || Young Adult
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