I won't stop breathing 'til my heart stops beating
Before, Noah may have felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety in the darkness. Longnight had never been a time of comfort or peace with the people of this world, and Halo was no stranger to that. While they did not fight monsters of the same sort as the Holloed Grounds, the cold and darkness and ice and snow were no more merciful. Now, however, while there was a knowledge of the dangers of this place and it's darkness, Noah felt no fear. He felt indomitable in this form, even as the pitch black wrapped around him. All the light there was, which barely broke through the dark, was the flickering of candles and fireplaces within the homes scattered around them.
This was a confidence he had never known.
I found a journal that someone had place in the library of the Arcane Academy last longnight, all about different hunts they had. A lot of it was fowl hunting. Must have been an enthusiast. I read about turkeys and from my understanding, they aren't that much different than ningos. At least, when it came to intelligence. At the mention of landsharks, Noah's interest piqued. Land sharks? The journal had not mentioned them.
NOAH
