Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
As the hunters settled down into the grass, Eira lowered herself onto her belly and kept her wings close to her. Downy feathers still sprouted and Noah had reminded her over and over again that she was too young to help them on hunts just yet. Soon, though, she would be fierce and majestic and bring game to fall beneath her claws.
Feline ears rotated on Noah's head, catching the sounds of gobbles and shuffling wings. Feline eyes caught sight of the ugly brown birds just as Henry motioned towards them. Noah wasn't sure what shift that Henry might carry, but he hoped it would serve them well in the wake of the Grounder's empty arms. Noah shifted silently and fully into his lynx form. Large paws kneaded the loamy soil beneath him. Thankfully, the trio were downwind of the birds that continued to roam and gobble in the distance. Thunder rumbled again, threatening the rain to come.
Let's get closer, Noah prompted over the bond, lowering his body in the charred grasses to stalk wide to the left of where the birds huddled.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
