NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah's entry into the house stirred Eira. The griffon rose and stretched from her position on Noah's bed, where he had left her. Yawning, she strolled out into the main room of the house and trilled some, her tail waving high behind her. Noah turned to look at her, almost forgetting the griffon in finding Korbin. Noah leaned back from the table as the snow griffin leapt up, curiosity heightened at the sight of the raven. Bright, golden eyes looked to Noah before she turned back towards the raven. She cocked her head, gently clicking her beak and making soft, soothing noises.
Noah sat on a chair, watching Korbin. He hoped that the younger man wouldn't panic at the sight of the growing griffon, that her kindness and softness would be a comfort to him. "Eira." He gestured towards her. Panic lit across the bond with his companion, and Noah noticed immediately what she was panicking at. Blood. The hunter got up from his chair, moving slowly but deliberately towards the first aid kit he always kept well stocked. He pulled a roll of bandages from it and some cotton that would help absorb the blood. He turned back towards the raven, and opened his hands to show him what he was holding, eyes asking permission to patch up his wounded wing.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
