I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Once Noah’s offering to the seasonal deity was completed, he reattached the pouch and the flask to his belt. Never letting the ancient which he knew to be stalking around leave his mind, Noah let it come to the forefront now. Still crouched, Noah turned slightly on his heels and partially shifted his ears. The keen senses of the polar bear would aid him now, but oh how he wished that he still held the lynx shift beneath his skin. Vi had given him much, but there was still a yearning for what once was when it would benefit him so.
After taking several minutes to listen, Noah determined that Edmund was moving away from him. In the loamy soil it was not difficult to find footprints, and his skill and history as a hunter made him so desperately aware of them that he couldn’t not look. But, he had been gone from Halo for long enough. Finished with his task, Noah let his hand fall into his pocket and thumb the compass and in a flash, he was back in the icy fortress/
FIN
NOAH
