The slingshot had been a useful tool to the hunter, even when it was meant to be a training tool in accuracy and patience for children, as well as a fun toy. He had used it to distract other predators while out tracking and scouting; to uproot roosting birds; to frighten luxere to move the way he wanted them to. Today, no matter how childish it might look to more stiff members of Halo society, he would enjoy the target practice with Weaver.
The younger huntress was successful, which made Noah all the more glad. He took back the slingshot from the woman, Noah loaded and lifted it up. He steadied his arm, breathed out, and let the stone fly. It knocked a ningo straight off their chosen perch, concussing it like the bird Weaver had hit. Nodding, with a silly-yet-triumphant hmph, Noah handed the slingshot back to Weaver quickly.
This second strike sent the other sunbathing ningo into panic. The fat, white birds shrieked and fluttered away. Quickly, Noah trotted toward the two birds they had already managed to knock out. He grabbed one bird in each hand, and proceeded to break their necks with swift, practiced motion. "Well, it was fun while it lasted." He shrugged, closing the distance between him and Weaver again. He held out one of the plump birds in exchange for his slingshot again. "Maybe we could do that again, soon. But, I've gotta go check on Ezekiel's progress. See you later, Weaver." He held up his bird in a slight wave to her, before turning and heading back towards his house.
-FINISHED
