I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Back togehter now, the hunter breathed in. Then, Noah took up his place with one hand lightly on the rope guiding the steadied luxere beside him. He loosened his dally some, though he kept the rope draped in his grip at the front of his saddel, ready to wrap again if needed. Beforethem, the others fell into a loose but obedient cluster, their antlers casting drifting waves across the narrow forest path. The Sentinel breathed out.
The Hollow Forest pressed in close. Branches arched overhead. Noah kept his shoulders squared, seat keeping his steed's pace even. Whenever a tremor of unease rippled down the line, like snow shifting, or a branch cracking, he reached outward with his attuned pulse, smoothing the frayed edges before they could catch. The path wound deeper, shadows thickening.
Noah keeps on, sending out compulsion if needed at any point.
The Hollow Forest pressed in close. Branches arched overhead. Noah kept his shoulders squared, seat keeping his steed's pace even. Whenever a tremor of unease rippled down the line, like snow shifting, or a branch cracking, he reached outward with his attuned pulse, smoothing the frayed edges before they could catch. The path wound deeper, shadows thickening.
Noah keeps on, sending out compulsion if needed at any point.
NOAH
