Noah
The raven dove and cawed, teasing and playing with the herd in a manner that made obvious this was not the first time. Noah knew that. Together they had scattered herds and hunted. Korbin knew exactly what Noah was asking of him because this was not an unusual thing for the pair of Halovians to do. Today, however, Noah would be stretching new muscles.
He focused on a few of the does, his thoughts clear in his mind. He wanted them to stay where they were, even as they were being divebombed by the raven. Eira circled above, trilling her delight as a triumphant satisfaction rolled over Noah's chest. Focus on the ones that aren't moving -- see if you can make them. Noah sent out over the bond, eyes staying on the still does even as the others bounded away towards the horizon.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
