[se] with a sense of poise and rationality

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

His question was answered quickly as the demigoddess lifted her head and spoke back at him. His head straightened back out at the realization and he took a few more steps towards the house, though stayed at a wide enough angle from it that he could see most of her on the roof, even as she scooted around. "Uh, Henry Walker." He answered her smoothly, although he wanted to say hunting, but he assumed Wessex might assume that herself, knowing what she did about him. He was not sure if the Wraith was aware of his position on the Halo government, although it did not matter much in this moment because he was not here to be a diplomat. He got the job because he does that naturally, always.

The hunter hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to stick around. He shrugged off his cloak, and his bag, and put them at the base of the building. Looking for a spot to climb up to meet the Wraith, Noah moved about. Shifting down into his lynx form, the hunter used his swiftness and balance to hoist himself onto the roof, opposite side as the queen. He moved towards her, pressing down gently but cautiously with his paws to see if the boards would hold his much larger, heavier, human form before shifting back. "How are...how are things going now?" He asked, a little unsure really of how to ask. What he was sure of, however, was that he could work alongside her and talk. The hunter reached his hand out for Wessex to hand him a tool.

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson