But this wasn't about what was happening in the waking world.
The bright green and beaming sun of the Greenwing faded. The bear twitched. Rarely these days, however, did he dream himself a bear even if it was the skin he slept in. No, he was always himself. Truly a man. He was now, even as the Greenwing swirled and faded, and clouds surrounded him. The crashing of the ocean was dull as if Noah's blood was pounding in his ears, but everything seemed to still when the voice reached him. The hunter turned, his eyebrows lifting and his body relaxing in her gaze. "Safrin." He breathed, a half-smile pulling at the left corner of his mouth.