Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Eira bristled at the storms in the sky, and demanded across the bond for Noah to tell their friend to cut it out. The Forsaken blinked, head tilting slightly at Sah’s aggressive approach. Vi’dore pinned his ears and stomped his hooves, glaring down at the wolf that snarled at the Wild Thunder’s side. Had he not been attached to the cart, Noah wasn’t confident he wouldn’t have charged the canine. Noah blinked again. ”We were going to stay in the lodge, but we decided to go back to Snowcloak.” He gestured towards the cart attached to the offended unicorn. |
