when the night is at its darkest, in the quiet of your heart you will know
Noah held still while the rain slid quietly over the thick fur along his shoulders. The Greenwing breathed around them, the wind through pine needles, water tapping softly against leaves, the distant creak of branches shifting under their own weight. It was bone chilling cold in this rain, with distant screams and cries in the sky above, and Noah was thankful they each had a shift to keep them warm as they hunted.
Through the Attuned bond, their thoughts turn toward the same direction — left. His great head lifted slightly, nostrils widening as he pulled the air in again. The scent there was strong. The trail had been pressed deeper into the wet ground, hooves cutting clear crescents through the softening soil. Yes. his voice rumbled through the bond, steady and approving. Good choice. He stepped forward first, massive paws settling carefully into the mud somehow without breaking the quiet of the forest.
A few strides later he slowed and turned his head to both. Listen carefully. He lowered his muzzle again, following the track but keeping his pace deliberate. Luxere will not wait politely for us to arrive, he continued, the bond carrying his calm instruction with both words and feeling. When we see them, we do not hesitate.
His gaze flicked briefly toward Lyra’s newfoundland form, then toward the distant spark of Nova’s star-pelted leopard. Split their focus. Lyra push, Nova intercept. His claws pressed deeper into the earth as he moved, already reading the ground ahead. Do not chase the whole herd. The Sentinel warned. Choose one. And as they moved, they would see the signs of three does in the distance.
Round 3!
Through the Attuned bond, their thoughts turn toward the same direction — left. His great head lifted slightly, nostrils widening as he pulled the air in again. The scent there was strong. The trail had been pressed deeper into the wet ground, hooves cutting clear crescents through the softening soil. Yes. his voice rumbled through the bond, steady and approving. Good choice. He stepped forward first, massive paws settling carefully into the mud somehow without breaking the quiet of the forest.
A few strides later he slowed and turned his head to both. Listen carefully. He lowered his muzzle again, following the track but keeping his pace deliberate. Luxere will not wait politely for us to arrive, he continued, the bond carrying his calm instruction with both words and feeling. When we see them, we do not hesitate.
His gaze flicked briefly toward Lyra’s newfoundland form, then toward the distant spark of Nova’s star-pelted leopard. Split their focus. Lyra push, Nova intercept. His claws pressed deeper into the earth as he moved, already reading the ground ahead. Do not chase the whole herd. The Sentinel warned. Choose one. And as they moved, they would see the signs of three does in the distance.
Round 3!
there was a light here
