Let's decide to be the architects, the masters of our fate
The man rounded on Noah and the lynx pinned his ears some, glacier eyes narrowing. The muscles along his spine twitched fractionally, and the muscles in his haunches coiled. The hunter watched the stranger in silence for some time. He mulled over his options. Should he leave this stranger here, to die a cold death on the mountain? Should he try and lead him in his lynx form? Should he shift back and head towards the Citadel with him? The options were many, but deciding which one was the right decision was the most difficult part. He could try to lead the stranger to the Citadel in his lynx form. It might show where the man's intelligence was. Did he trust the predator enough to bring him to safety? Noah doubted it, given his response.
So, the right answer became easier. Atop the boulder the lynx's form shifted and changed. Bones elongated and fur turned to skin. Finally, standing tall on the boulder, was Noah. His form looked truly formidable in the moment. He was heavily clad in furs, his hair pulled back and his face sporting a rough beard. He looked down with a stoic face on the stranger, glacier eyes cold. "If you stay here like this, you'll freeze to death." He noted simply, voice flat and matter of fact.
NOAH
