I won't stop breathing 'til my heart stops beating
The bear took in all that Deimos had to say. While Noah had never seen any of those creatures up close and personal, he had read a little about them in the books in the Academy during last year's Longnight. Delphine had had him read every night to try and unwind from the stress of taking care of the majority of the populous of Snowcloak huddled into one building. In that time, Noah had learned quite a bit. It wasn't that the hunter had never wanted to read before, to learn from books before, but he had a hard time setting aside the time to sit still and take in the information. He always felt he had much more to do, and it usually took precedent over book learning.
Talking of the Hollowed Grounds and what was there brought a question to Noah's attuned mind that he had been thinking on for quite a while now: Deimos, he started, pausing again as if he were re-weighing the thought and the words, what are your plans and intentions for if Morgan does not return? Noah was still getting to know the man, and as a Halovian native and member of the council, he did not find his question out of turn at all.
NOAH
