Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Noah's breath hung in the crisp winter air as he watched Sah, their strained friendship thawing in the frosty atmosphere. With a nod, Noah acknowledged the Wild thunder’s transgressions, choosing forgiveness over resentment. He shook the man’s hand, and then reached to pat his unicorn on the neck. The large stallion still hadn’t settled down since Sah’s black wolf worked him up, even though Noah tried to soothe his mind. ”Let’s hunt. Before the day has left us.” Noah said, then. |
