determination at its finest

There’s something that tugs at Noah up ahead, something that’s small and fragile and seems to shout out for help. It’s a small little whine, something that the polar bear would be able to hear over the groaning of ice and the whip of the winds. And before long? Well, the seal is taken and the cry still remains. It isn’t too far from the polar bear, and should Noah look to investigate he’d find it. A chick, having just hatched out of a beautiful egg, white spotted plumage and thick fur to cover its body, it peers up at the hunter with wide, bright and accepting eyes. ’It’s you.’ The look seems to say as if it has been waiting this entire time to meet him, holding on tightly to that rope that connects them internally and aiming to let it solidify. Time has used her mythical companion birthday prize to get a griffin for Noah!