The sun's coming up
In times like these, Noah didn't blame her. Though, he might not have blamed her at all. He grew up on the tundra where everyone was skeptical -- if you hadn't seen someone in a while, it was no telling whether or not how desperate they were to eat. Sometimes it meant theft, sometimes it meant beating, and sometimes it meant you became the meal.
Noah took a few steps forward, lowering his spear in a way that would make it hard for him to attack or defend, offering her the chance to decide if he was worthy of her time and energy. "Noah Olson." The hunter introduced himself, extending a hand out for the skeptical woman. He let his eyes move briefly to each of her companions, intrigued by the gourd that moved wildly when he approached.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
