when the sky turns gray and everything is screaming
The hunter was continuing to broaden his skills, to hone into the predatory instincts within his new skins that begged to be set free. Even as he tumbled with Deimos, following the general's prompting and teaching, Noah could feel the raw, raging bear nature that bubbled and boiled, reedy to be released and take control of the man who spent most of his life in the mindset of a reindeer. It was so fascinating to him, how this shift could happen over such a small amount of time and yet feel so sudden.
As Deimos rounded on him, Noah shifted his weight back and turned to follow the hound's arc. He leaned back on powerful haunches, balancing and steadying himself as he swept at the warlord with a mighty paw, crowned with razor sharp claws.
i will reach inside just to find my heart is beating
