But, for now, the agony was pushed aside in light of work. They needed to survive as they toiled for what they wanted to accomplish.
"Those plans look good." Noah said, trying to return Deimos' smile. It came without the normal wrinkle of his eyes, and a lack of light from blue depths. He followed the pair to the treeline, his own thought of shifting to be able to pull the sleigh running up as Cordelia voiced the same opinion. hmm he hummed in agreement to both of her ideas. "Smoked food would last a long time, but we might risk a higher run of predators with it." He worked away with them at chopping a tree, ready to use his bear strength to push it over if necessary.
[Noah helps chop at a tree ]