With no one by your side
The cold wind whipped at Noah's hair, as unruly locks jutted out from beneath his hood and tightly wound scarf. He crouched, ready with an arrow already notched. Korbin moved ahead, flying high and watching the herd move. In Whitebrim it would not be wise for him to be in his animal shift. A reindeer in these parts was easy picking for the hunters here. Even human form was dangerous, but at least he had more ability to fight back if needed.
As Korbin swooped down Noah shook his head, swatting towards him with a jesting glint in his eye. Korbin and Ezekiel were more alike than the two of them would probably admit, but they both had a way of lightening Noah's serious moods. A frown cast away the jesting glint, however, when Korbin revealed the way the herd was choosing to traverse. 'We might have to try.' Was the prize worth what might come for them? You never knew in Halo.
