The hunter's eyebrows knit together. "No, I haven't." He answered quite simply. In reality, when he was faced with an opportunity for him to attempt such an action, his mind was too crowded with what else needed to be done for him to try. There was little time to work through a plan when your life was on the line out on the tundra.
As the men and companions approached, there was a sudden shift in the wind. A large, dark unicorn lifted its head from the lush grass and locked its eyes on them. It was beautiful, and made Noah stop in his tracks even at the distance he was. It's nostrils flared and its tail lifted, and within seconds it turned and bolted for the closest hill. The rest of the herd followed, and Noah felt his heart drop.
"Maybe we'll see them again, if we follow the river." Noah commented, the disappointment thick on his voice despite his hopeful words. Eira glided down and landed on his shoulder, curling around his neck some and running her beak through his hair.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
