I won't stop breathing 'til my heart stops beating
Despite the man taking on the form of the bear, he still dreamt. Much like in his human skin, the Sentinel twitched and his forehead wrinkled, though it was hard to tell now under the thick white fur. Cordelia curled up near him, her belly tucked safely against his side. They often slept like this these days, with Cordelia so affected by the cold that clung to their realm. Noah was able to bring her the warmth of his massive body and the comfort of his soft fur. It worked well for them, and on the days she needed extra, she would curl even tighter against him in the form of a little red fox.
But this wasn't about what was happening in the waking world.
The bright green and beaming sun of the Greenwing faded. The bear twitched. Rarely these days, however, did he dream himself a bear even if it was the skin he slept in. No, he was always himself. Truly a man. He was now, even as the Greenwing swirled and faded, and clouds surrounded him. The crashing of the ocean was dull as if Noah's blood was pounding in his ears, but everything seemed to still when the voice reached him. The hunter turned, his eyebrows lifting and his body relaxing in her gaze. "Safrin." He breathed, a half-smile pulling at the left corner of his mouth.
NOAH
