the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
He swung his antlers and moved forward, grappling down for his spear. Morgan moved back and the hunter's grin stayed. Not only was he glad his attack was useful, but also that he received a compliment from the Warden. Her simple use of the word good was enough to spark some pride in Noah's chest -- maybe he knew more than he thought. While he might not be a seasoned warrior, his instinct to survive, and his time balanced between the tundra and this training ground throughout his life served him well.
He lifted his head and tried to regain his balance, his fingers curling around the spear he had recovered. The antlers that had sprouted so quickly disappeared just as and the hunter watched as Morgan continued her backward retreat. Noah lifted his eyes briefly and watched how close she was coming to the wall. He followed her, moving forward as swift as his legs would carry him. He turned some, carefully, and brought his spear up in a mighty swing, hoping to keep her retreating backward and knock into the hard, cold stone.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
