make this like a pattern

NOAH

Noah, too, waited. The last time he had visited this Shrine with an offering he had not been visited by a god, but by a spirit. At least, he thought it was a spirit. He couldn't be totally confident. She, after all, could have just been a partial-shifted attuned playing a wicked trick on him. But, he hadn't seen her since, nor did he have any knowledge of a shifter with such a form as her. No native Halovian could shift into a luxere, but this spirit-attuned-woman-creature had proudly boasted a luxere head. He was not sure what would come of these offerings. After the pair waited in enough silence, however, Deimos broke it.

He came across the bond, and Noah looked towards him. The hunter offered him a kind smile and a nod. "Don't mention it." Noah had been raised to be good. His father wanted the Olsons to be known for their goodness, for their willingness to help and to serve this place and its people. Noah was not a hero, no adventurer, no demi-god. He wasn't the one out searching for cures and exploring new lands and meeting new gods. He was just the one offering food and comfort. It's all he could do, truly. He wasn't powerful.

The hunter lifted his body from it's crouching position. He turned to look towards the sky, and he murmured something under his breathe resembling a number. He was counting the hours of daylight he had left. They were fleeting. "I'll be hunting tomorrow, if you'd like to accompany me." Noah extended the invitation as his icy eyes moved back towards the General. He was not sure how much the man knew of the tundra, and Noah was a willing teacher, should he accept.

will you hold the line
when every one of them has given up and given in