NOAH
No verbal reply necessary, as Cordelia asks of his happiness in her shift. He lets the emotion slip over the bond. He did like it -- he, for the first time, felt like he was not standing alone. All other attuned hunters that worked with him only wore the skin of predators. To sit in a prey shift and hunt, to lay down one's nature and to work on the greater good for the betterment of the people -- it was something that, until this moment, Noah carried as a cross all his own.
As the pair continued to demolish and crush the gourds, Noah let his eyes scan over the fiery terrain. He was careful where he pounced and stepped. Despite that, the sheer heat and humidity of where they were would surely take victory over him. He knew he could not stay in this form for long.
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
