NOAH
Halo was generally more practical than anything. The people here knew how to survive, and they also knew that it was necessary above all else. Survival was everything. Whatever they could do to survive they would. He had seen it. Good and bad, ugly and beautiful. He had seen it. He had been a part of it. While he knew he was a part of the good and not the bad, he was still a part of the machine that was hell-bent on survival, against all odds it seemed at times. It was the way of Halo.
"I know that we don't have a lot of information from Stormbreak...if there are animals and plantlife there that we can't encounter in the other governed lands we've been to, that would be helpful for us." He smiled, leaning back in his chair. Eira picked up her head and trilled at him, standing finally and purring quite loudly. Noah laughed as the image of a hare on the tundra ran across his mind. "I think she's telling me it is time for us to go hunt."
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
