noah
Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
Her response, at first, is biting. Noah huffs some, pulling the bag with his dead seal closer to him. She was right, it did not take a genius to figure out that this place posed danger. Although, Noah had overheard more than a few outsiders talk about their future ventures to Whitebrim, and their caution for the inhabitants there was null. Noah knew those who chose cannibalism could lurk anywhere, but to wander straight into where they were known to be was idiotic. Therefore, Noah really didn't kick himself too hard for sharing caution with this woman out on the frozen sea.
But, as she approached, her friendliness increased. He smiled some, laughing. "You learn quick. Falling in one time is too many." He had done so, in his youth, fallen through the ice. He had been out on a hunt with his father, and the day was not unlike it was this day. They had been doing exactly what the hunter had been -- tracking and hunting seals. Noah's father and taught him how to identify active air holes, and how to track the seals as they traveled. They were creatures of habit. When she asked about it, he shrugged some. "The one I got was the only one I saw today. It helps to know their patterns."
Noah had spent his entire life learning the patterns of the animals in Halo.
