[PQ] Grocery run

Noah

With the chill setting into their bones, the group of Halovians that helped Noah gather wood moved with fierce determination. They called out to each other and helped each other forward. They were able to stack about half of the wood Noah knew was in the shed, but he waved his arms to call them all over to him before they could continue to try and gather more. He could see in their faces how miserable they were. This wood was enough for them to get started and continue to survive. "Anyone who is too cold to continue on, please head to the Kraai to warm up?" He questioningly commanded. "Who has strength to pull with me?" A few men and women raised their hands, while the majority of the group headed for the warmth found deep in the heart of Snowcloak.

"Who can rig up a harness for me with this rope? I can take most of the weight, but I will need help, too?" Noah turned towards the ends of the rope and shifted, two legs becoming four and the hunter becoming a large, muscly reindeer. He snorted and two of the women came over to him, fastening the ropes in a make-shift harness around his body. The rest of them gathered at the base of the wood. A large man with a bellowing voice counted down from three, and the group heaved the hood. With Noah's strength as a reindeer, and the determination of those left in his group, he hoped they would make it back to Snowcloak and to warmth without further incident.

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Noah uses his reindeer shift and a few people from the group to pull the wood to Snowcloak!

Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?