when so many have died
When the man lands, and shifts, however, Noah notices that something is instantly different. Dark circles and weary eyes were not what he expected to see on Henry's face, and not what he remembered. His smirk turned to a frown as the man apologized for the state of things--of himself, of his home, of their hunt. Noah shook his head some, and reached out to grasp Henry's shoulder in a sign of encouragement. "I am sorry that Longnight was so hard here." He wanted to say more about it, but he was not sure his condolences would really mean much to a man who was used to the suffering of the sunless season. "I took some time to scout a little bit, and I found some evidence turkeys." At least, that's what he thought they were, and the tracks matched almost entirely the tracks from the book he had read.
wait for it