Thus, he patrolled. His lynx form moved along the top of the walls, memories of the Eirachi and the cultists trying to destroy it flashing in his mind every so often. They had come out of nowhere, silent and deadly and cold. Since then, Morgan had set up twice as many patrols and guards as they had before. She, among the others, did not want to miss anything. Noah often took to helping the guards during the day, but this was his first time on a night. He kept his eyes out over the tundra, scanning back and forth as he traversed the fortress wall.
Had Noah not been paying such close attention, he might have missed the descending man. His ears perked up as he watched Deimos settle on the wall, his companions below, and he trotted towards him. His lynx form was easiest to balance atop the heights of the wall, and its night-vision aided him as well. He was nearly silent as he approached the once-General, head cocked slightly with curiosity. What brings you up here at this hour? He asked across their shared attuned bond, settling in a few arm lengths from his side. He couldn't help but notice the way the warlord's shoulders slumped, and it caused a tight ball of concern to sit in his gut.
Noah did not know what Deimos (and Hotaru) had done.
