Noah
Noah was no stranger to these little nooks of solace that dotted along the base of the Fangs. It was outcrops like these that his younger brother had chosen to set his traps and catch his small game, and it was an outcrop like this that Noah had first hunted a hare in his lynx form. Korbin had found him that day, and they had shared the bounty of the plump hare.
Noah lowered his antlered head as he approached, nostrils flaring as he scented around. He was not sure if he would recognize the Hale's scent without having been in his human form at all for gods knows how long. But, he tried anyway. The reindeer snuffed and grunted and let small bellows fall from his lips rom the depths of his chest as he searched. Korbin...where are you... He let the words fall across the bond, glacier eyes moving back and forth among the scrubby outcrop.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
