a giant?

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

For Noah to stumble upon Wessex in the Fangs, where they first met, and give her the information of what was he set out to do was quite the coincidence.

"I have not seen one since I as a teenager. The dangers that ursur pose, though, are nothing compared to these giants." Even when Noah had seen one of the giants last, it had been while he was fleeing from it. He only remembered the glances he took over his own shoulder as he sprinted across the tundra with Erebor pushing him on and tossing boulders back at it. Somehow they had managed to make it to safety. That was only a few weeks before the eldest Hale died at the decision of an ursur.

Noah paused for a moment, looking over to Wessex. He shifted the pack on his back, arrows ticking against the side of his quiver. "Thank you for coming with me, but if you need to leave at any time you surely can." He had not invited anyone else out onto his endeavor with him because he knew it would be dangerous -- Wessex had crossed his path by happenstance.

then I'm willing to
wait for it