the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
How the darker feline reacted to his name made Noah feel on edge. Was it curiosity, or was it familiarity? Noah contemplated standing again, moving slightly away from the stranger, before his own name rolled out over the bond. Then the reaction made sense in the hunter's mind. The name -- the story -- was familiar to him and, unlike the other feline, the lynx did not show any outward sign that the name might mean anything to him.
There are others. This is a free land, after all. Noah's voice was cool and collected over the bond. He stood then, large paws carrying him several paces to his left. He was near a tangled, leafless bundle of brambles. Noah had intended to harvest some of the brambles for what he was making. When he was close to the bush he shifted, taking the risk that the man might stay in his shift and use the opportunity to attack him -- but Noah wanted to assume that he wouldn't.
Even if his husband had tried to kill him for no reason, only a few months ago.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
