It's the aesthetic for me

Stefanja had arrived for a short surprise visit a while ago, and went home after a couple of weeks. Everything she had made while she had been there, photos, videos and blog posts had been blowing up. This was the reason why, she didn’t see a good reason to stay in Russia with her parents. She was earning more money that what she was used to, and what she was used to was already quite a lot. Besides, she had to make a life for herself, and what better way to do that, than move away from the homey walls of Russia, and move in where her siblings lived?

Around her neck, she carried a SLR camera. She had her hands in her jacket’s pockets and wandered around looking for a good place to take some pretty pictures. Yes, she might have been walking for hours, and taking pictures on her way, but it never really got good enough. She also carried a camera stand in a backpack to make it easier if she had to do modeling photos by herself. She was an independent woman after all. She was walking with her eyes on her phone, both navigating herself, listening to music in her headphones and writing down a draft for the post she would post when she got back to the hotel she was staying at. Yes, a hotel. She had the money to stay at a hotel for months. Thanks again massive number of viewers. She looked up, while thinking about how to express herself when her eyes fell upon what seemed to be some kind of shelters. Almost something that could look like a camp. She pulled her camera up and started taking some pictures of this very alternative way one could stay out. With her eyes almost glued to the camera, she started to take more detailed pictured of what could resemble a home or old bonfires.

Stefanja was in the middle of taking a picture of a bird who sat on top of one of the roofs as she heard someone step closer. She tried to focus, but as he opened his mouth and started speaking the bird flew off. She removed the camera from her face and looked where the bird had been before she lowered the camera with a sigh. She looked over her shoulder to see the man, who looked somewhat Mexican, or maybe just from the south states of America. “Hi. No, I’m good by myself,” she said with a kind smile. “I’m just taking some pictures,” she responded before she shrugged a little. “Can I help you with anything?” she wondered, feeling a little odd about him having found her and speaking to her.

“Well, I’m an influencer,” she explained with a light smile, “So, I’ll blog about them of course. It’s a beautiful place,” she explained. Originally, she would write about the place in hope that she could get a photoshoot out here, or inspire others to go exploring. There were many ideas and intentions with the pictures.
She was about to put her camera up to take a few more pictures when she heard him tell something about living here with his pack? She looked at him with wondering smile. No frown, that left ugly wrinkles. He explained that he didn’t want her to share the pictures. She turned to him and let the camera once again rest against her torso. “I’m sorry, you live here? In the wilderness?” she wondered, not really letting him answer before she added another question while looking around, “With your pack?” she wondered and looked back at him. “I’m sorry but the only thing that I know that lives and thrives in packs are wolves. So unless you got a flock of wolves hanging around, I don’t really understand,” she said with a wide smile before she quickly grabbed her camera and brought it up to her eyes, pointing it at him, “Cheese!” she said before she clicked the shutter button and took a picture of him.

Stefanja furrowed her brows as he mentioned that he was indeed living there with his pack, and they were wolves. She didn’t understand, and therefore simply pulled a friendly smile, “That’s odd,” she announced. Now, one couldn’t really change her perspective about it being odd that he lived with a flock of animals in the woods, at least one should be quite persuasive to change her mind about it being odd. He continued to explain that they were more than humans, which only confused her more. “I won’t tell anyone where they can find the place,” she said, agreeing to most of what he said. She was going to use the pictures of the place no matter what. She would just not tell people where they could find it. “You’re not going to lose your spot, mister. Everything is fine,” she assured him with a friendly smile. Her eyes looked towards the kid that fell to the floor and her eyes widened, “Oh, poor kid,” she said and would approach the kid to help her up onto her feet and check if she had gotten hurt.