Noah
There might be a lot of things in this world that Noah did not understand, but grief was something the hunter had intimate knowledge of. The moose before him had experience loss, and was grieving. Noah knew all too well what that was like, and how it could alter the brain. Grief made people make decisions they might not otherwise make -- love, too, had this effect. The hunter could attest to this personally. As a man who could count on ne hand how many times he had been slightly inebriated, Noah had drunk himself into a stupor when Weaver died.
Across their bond, there was no judgement. There was only understanding, and a pique of curiosity as Chulane described how he had used exploration to cope. What did you find there? Noah asked, despite the disheartened feeling that followed the moose's statement. The hunter had only heard brief hearsay about this new land, and had not yet ventured there for himself.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
