meet me in the afterglow
The Greenwing is beautiful, even in the fine, needling rain that falls around them. Pine trees tower overhead; ferns and grasses run rampant beneath their feet. It's fertile here - far more so than Lyra has imagined of the tundra in the past - and she can understand why it is the place that Noah has chosen to build his Lodge.
The woman stands with Noah and Nova, covered in an oiled cloak that the rain slides right off of. She's dressed warmly beneath - too warmly, perhaps, but if they end up caught out at night, she wants to be prepared for the frigid temperatures sure to come. Her hair is tied back into a single plait beneath the hood of her cloak, and her pack contains more than the bare necessities provided by Noah. She's tried to come prepared as best she can, though her supplies are likely more suited to search and rescue than hunting.
"Do we prefer bucks to does?" Lyra asks, tilting her head to one side and hoping that this isn't a stupid question. "Are luxere easy to hunt with traps, or...?" Because if so, and Noah had been tracking them, perhaps they could set something up where they knew their prey would come through.
The woman stands with Noah and Nova, covered in an oiled cloak that the rain slides right off of. She's dressed warmly beneath - too warmly, perhaps, but if they end up caught out at night, she wants to be prepared for the frigid temperatures sure to come. Her hair is tied back into a single plait beneath the hood of her cloak, and her pack contains more than the bare necessities provided by Noah. She's tried to come prepared as best she can, though her supplies are likely more suited to search and rescue than hunting.
"Do we prefer bucks to does?" Lyra asks, tilting her head to one side and hoping that this isn't a stupid question. "Are luxere easy to hunt with traps, or...?" Because if so, and Noah had been tracking them, perhaps they could set something up where they knew their prey would come through.
Lyra
