This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry is just as content as Eira to keep her cradled in his arms, until of course matters grow more serious and he must put more attention into the hunt. For now, however, he continues his idle stroking of her feathery pelt. There is still warmth in his heart, he can feel it thanks to her, and he knows there is still.. hope.. of something greater in this life. But he's not yet keen to give in to that feeling, it's still shadowed by his massive losses. He still has to recover and mend the wound, in what little ways he can.
The boom of thunder overhead has him attempting to sharpen his senses, wary of the sky's loud warning of a storm soon to come. He glances towards Noah when the man answers him, giving an actual offer to escape into the great unknown and give in to his predatory urges to hunt. Here, still in the Grounds, he doesn't feel that yet. All he feels is the great weight on his shoulders, like clouds heavy with rain about to fall.
"I would like that, just send for me before you leave," he agrees in a quiet murmur, gaze landing on Noah's face to watch him carefully when he pauses. Henry stops, too, not needing the gesture but all the same it confirms that there is something nearby. Henry lowers his own standing to crouch down, carefully setting Eira down between them and patting her head gently. The fluffy ears of a big cat perk up from Noah's hair and Henry's brows raise.
He's not able to do that yet, not just yet, and so he focuses on settling his breathing, his mind, to try and listen and look as best he can. It's then that he sees a speckle of brown moving amongst spared grass and shrubs, though he doesn't hear the calls they make.
His hand comes up to gently brush Noah's shoulder and point in the direction, in case his hunting partner hasn't spotted it. "How do you want to do this?" He utters as quietly as he can, ready to shift into the eagle at a moment's notice.
The boom of thunder overhead has him attempting to sharpen his senses, wary of the sky's loud warning of a storm soon to come. He glances towards Noah when the man answers him, giving an actual offer to escape into the great unknown and give in to his predatory urges to hunt. Here, still in the Grounds, he doesn't feel that yet. All he feels is the great weight on his shoulders, like clouds heavy with rain about to fall.
"I would like that, just send for me before you leave," he agrees in a quiet murmur, gaze landing on Noah's face to watch him carefully when he pauses. Henry stops, too, not needing the gesture but all the same it confirms that there is something nearby. Henry lowers his own standing to crouch down, carefully setting Eira down between them and patting her head gently. The fluffy ears of a big cat perk up from Noah's hair and Henry's brows raise.
He's not able to do that yet, not just yet, and so he focuses on settling his breathing, his mind, to try and listen and look as best he can. It's then that he sees a speckle of brown moving amongst spared grass and shrubs, though he doesn't hear the calls they make.
His hand comes up to gently brush Noah's shoulder and point in the direction, in case his hunting partner hasn't spotted it. "How do you want to do this?" He utters as quietly as he can, ready to shift into the eagle at a moment's notice.
HENRY
