NOAH
While Noah sat and watched the sunset, the light glinting off the tip of the spear as he spun it, he found himself caught in more prayer and thought. Rather than the praise and honor he had given mentally to the god of life when he placed the offering, his thoughts turned more to contemplation and guidance. The further he got into the thoughts of his heart, he decided his next steps. He needed to call upon his patron, to ask and hopefully receive guidance.
The hunter couldn't help but be on high alert, even as lost in his own mind as he seemed. The senses of the bear within him could not be tamed or dulled, and the movement of another body climbing the hill to the lighthouse made Noah shift his weight and break his thought pattern. He lifted a brow as he turned his head to look at the approaching woman, bathed in fiery hues and stark shadows, and merely lifted his hand from his spear to wave at her.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
