But he wasn't alone.
The hunter stood far away for a few moments, watching the back of the man's curly haired head. He did not want to interrupt him in his prayers, even as his jaw feathered. The last encounter he had with Sunjata did not go well. Neither of the men had been particularly friendly to meet, and Noah held a grudge within him against the man for the company he kept. After enough time had passed that Noah did not think anyone was coming to talk to the Flood, he finally stepped forward to place his own offering at the shrine. He looked over to Sunjata tentatively, but chose to stay quiet for a moment. The man looked worse for wear, not only with the dark bags he had seen before, but with injuries and the obvious scent of blood. [say]"What happened to you?"[/say] He finally chose to ask.