you've still got your head

Noah's brow raised at the woman's response. It seemed that she, too, was used to the world and its inhabitants trying to bring her demise. Noah did not know this woman, and he could not fathom to guess all of what had transpired in her life, but as she moved closer to him the tone of her response seemed true enough. She was hardened, aged beyond even her years. Caido was a tough place to live. It had this effect on people.

The Outlander's comment about the Fangs made him smile some, proudly. [say]"They are something, aren't they."[/say] There his father fell from his lips. It seemed to be happening more and more lately. [say]"Usually they're good for hunting, but since the influx of traffic..."[/say] he trailed off some, waiting to see if the woman would react. As a resident of Halo, his words probably sounded more bitter than he meant them to, [say]"It's just not the same. Takes a little more effort now to harvest something on a day's trip alone."[/say]

He gestured some with his bow before slinging it over his back. [say]"I haven't seen much today."[/say] The statement was cold, just like the hunting had been. While the man was not desperate (yet), he knew he needed to gather more than what he had now. He hoped Ezekiel, wherever he was, was doing his part to help fill their stores.