Limbs grew outward and the demigod condensed in size, but his forward momentum returned. He trotted over to the body and crouched down, inspecting carefully. The youngling was out cold -- or, rather, hot. The Sentinel was tentative to touch him, but he wanted to make sure that he was still alive. Noah's fingers reached for his throat to look for a pulse, and his mind reached out simultaneously across the attuned bond. Hey, came a mental voice much softer and more gentle than the encounter deserved, wake up.
It was only as Noah reached out to check for the pulse that he noticed the spaded tail curled around the man's leg, and the horns curving up from his head -- and the startling familiarity in the way his nose curved that brought flashes of the Nightshade to his mind.
