Noah
The hunter wasn't sure he was in the right place, but moving throuhg the Climb seemed to be the obvious choice for him to be to gain a better understanding of the Longheat deity that was rumored to be making the season the way it was. Noah moved carefully through the Burrows until the cavern opened, a sudden, impossible bloom of light and color in the dark. His interest piqued, he cimbed down a hole in the floor until he stepped out into a larger cavern. The walls were not walls at all but a congregation of crystals, jagged like frozen flames.
He walked through the cavern of jewels and iron until he picked up the scent of another, his attuned instincts so inlaid in him he hadn't even noticed the careful shift his body had made. Noah stilled, glacier eyes scanning until he found something that didn't quite belong. In the distance, he saw just the toe of a boot from behind a formation of jagged rubies, and so he stepped forward a few paces, and cleared his throat.
Whoever it was would hopefulyl show themselves.
He walked through the cavern of jewels and iron until he picked up the scent of another, his attuned instincts so inlaid in him he hadn't even noticed the careful shift his body had made. Noah stilled, glacier eyes scanning until he found something that didn't quite belong. In the distance, he saw just the toe of a boot from behind a formation of jagged rubies, and so he stepped forward a few paces, and cleared his throat.
Whoever it was would hopefulyl show themselves.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
