NOAH
You can only get so far
With no one by your side
With no one by your side
There was no use to responding anymore with humor. He was not good at it, and even as Korbin humored him with his own response, Noah knew. He focused on breathing in and out as he rested his head against the stone, looking up at the sky. He would definitely seek Weaver out later, but not to pick a fight with her. He would need something strong to drink this away, at least once. Noah was not one for obsessive behaviors, and he had only been drunk a handful of times in his entire life, but it seemed necessary to at least take away the shaking he felt in his legs and chest.
Korbin suggested the continue on, and Noah could not agree more. He lifted his head off the stone and straightened his body, nodding to the younger man. "We can't go home empty handed," Noah took a few steps forward and reached down to grab his bow once more, "even if we only grab a half-dozen ningos on the way back in tonight."
It didn't matter that Noah had killed a man, that he had a moment of breakdown, that a hurricane raged inside his body. There was a job to be done, bellies to fill. People relied on this , on him, on them. The hunter looked again at Korbin before heading out of their temporary shelter, eyes scanning the distance splayed before them now.
A dark storm lies ahead
