He kept heading east, his eyes dancing across the landscape, searching for any signs of the mystical, deer-like creatures. He acknowledged Weaver's thoughts with a nod, but left it at that. The two of them had been on hunts with each other enough to know that it was time to be quiet, time to stalk. When they reached the base of the Fangs, Noah stopped and stripped off his pack. "Find a safe place to put my stuff." He whispered, and shifted. Strong, tall body coiled and rotated, skin covering in shaggy hair and fur. A great rack sprouted from his head, and the reindeer shook his body out once he was fully shifted. Looking up at the woman with deep, mahogany eyes he set out into the foothills of the snowy mountains. Unlike when he hunted with Korbin, he wouldn't be able to signal to her when he was coming back her way. She would have to watch with bated breath. noah olson |
