you and me on this frozen sea we slide
Noah leaned back on his heels some, hands coming up to rest on his hips. Wessex seemed genuine enough, and it made Noah think. He was not sure he wanted to give up any good tricks to hunting here in Halo. He did not know this woman, and while he was generally more trusting than the rest of his Halovian kin, he felt protective over the lands he chose to hunt in to provide for himself and for others. He pursed his lips, and tapped a finger. "Okay," he started, gesturing up towards a low spot on the east side of the Fangs. "I've been tracking a small herd of luxere does over that way." It was not the direction from which he came, so it was obvious he had not been tracking them today."If you can find them, and bring one down, there's a family in Snowcloak who could use the meat. A middle-aged mother and two kids, not really old enough yet to go out and gather on their own. The father was a trapper, but he went missing a few years ago." Noah and Ezekiel could fare well enough on their own, even without Noah getting anything on this day. The other family, though, Noah often helped along with a few other Halovian hunters. "Don't be surprised when they act cold towards you, but if you tell them that Noah Olson sent you, they'll accept what you have to offer." Noah's name in Halo was trusted.
NOAH OLSON
