Noah
The fox flitted off into the tundra once more and Noah had all of his attention on the raven as it scooted from the attack position. Noah heard no words over the bond, but the raven's feelings spilled over easily and without guard. Relief flooded the lynx, and with one breath he was crouched before the raven as a man. "It's okay," He murmured, tears welling in glacier eyes as he looked down to the unnatural blue of the raven's own gaze, "I've got you."
The hunter moved slowly and cautiously, pulling his scarf from around his neck and attempting to wrap the wounded bird within its warm confines. He did not want the raven to panic, though he knew he probably would. Even when he was fully man, Korbin did not want anyone to dote on him even if it was necessary for his survival. Noah made careful shhh-ing sounds as he brought the raven up towards his chest, keeping his face a safe distance from panicked beak strikes.
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?
