Chris has been staring at the fire for the past 20 minutes. Of course she couldn't see the orange flame but she had her way of imagining.
"What does the flame look like?" She had asked Tasmaka again, who was laying at her feet. The wolf let a puff of air out through her nose, looking up at her owner. That's all Chris has been saying, asking the same question every 2 minutes and Tasmaka was sensing that something was wrong.
Its the same that as I told you before. Is something wrong. Chris didn't answer just remained quiet.
Her brown locks were let down, hanging in her face at times but she didn't brush them away. She was wearing her black hunting jacket with patches at the elbows, silver tee, brown cargo pants, and her hunting boots. The moon light reflected a bit off her, the Artemis blessing.
Chrisse, is something wrong? Tasmaka asked again, nudging her owner's hand with her wet nose. Chris bore no reply.