Noah
Noah worked through the images as they appeared to him. Eira chirped alongside Korbin, banking slightly to circle wide around the pair. Let's try something more simple -- let's just try what I am. There is a herd of reindeer I spotted hanging out just slightly to the east, not too far from where I found you. Noah continued to trot on, changing his direction just so slightly as to lead them to where he thought the herd might be. All of his years of tracking and scouting rarely proved him wrong.
At Korbin's question, Noah faltered slightly. His human face would have pulled down into a deep frown, thought lines cresting and cutting his forehead. The world is changing, and there has been a lot of that since you were gone. He finally said, after some silence. I am trying to navigate that change. Trying to be the best protector and provider I can be for Halo. I do not want to see our home taken or destroyed in this battle between the gods.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
