noah
Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
Watching her steps pause as she closed the distance between them, Noah hefted his bagged catch up over his shoulder. He usually alternated between pulling and carrying it home, but he knew he would be able to keep up with her better if he was carrying rather than pulling. It was not a huge seal, under two hundred pounds, but it was enough for what he wanted. He moved to follow her, though his eyes moved out to watch their steps. What an irony it would be for one of them to crack and fall through the ice after having just spoken about it.
When she brought up her run-in with the outcasts of Halo, though, Noah raised his eyebrows in surprise. "When did that happen?" He asked, uncaring if it sounded prying or not. He knew the cannibals to start to become more desperate for meat as Deepfrost came, and he thought it idiotic for anyone to choose to go into Whitebrim. "And why?" He asked, shifting the bag on his back some. He looked at her sideways, the concern and confusion apparent on his face.
