soul
He is the leader. The third is a woman. From the far distance, all I could see in her was a red hair. The three of them packed up before proceeding carefully, step by step toward Dr. Carlisle's family, a kind of habitual, natural habitat in predator when confronted with a group of strangers. And outnumbered me. As they got closer, I realized their differences compared to the Cullen family. They leave like cats - a careful and unpredictable gait. All three were dressed in casual, casual clothes of the tourists: jeans, late night dresses, sewn fabrics that could withstand extreme weather; They are clearly scared, old. And they all go barefoot. Two men to short hair. On the woman's fresh orange hair lined with leaves and some pieces of wood. Their sharp eyes carefully scanned Dr. Carlisle's elegant, middle-of-the-way doctor, who stood between Emmett and Jasper, cautiously moving forward to meet them. Between the doctor and the headless man Like communication, both just stand u...