This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
The griffin chirps at him and Henry has to raise his brows in surprise, doing a double take towards the little companion. He's glancing at it again as Noah places his rough hand on his shoulder. It slumps from the weight, not much of a fight left in Henry now. He doesn't lift his gaze to meet Noah's yet, still gazing down at the griffin. "I'd rather not talk about it right now if that's okay with you."
It's a little hard to stay in such dimmed spirits when there's a baby animal staring up at you with big, innocent eyes. Even Henry could admit that. More pointedly indicating toward the companion, he asks quietly, "who's this?"
He nods decisively at the 'evidence of turkeys' statement, letting out a small sigh and, with it, whatever is bothering him. Even if he can't put on a happy or hopeful persona, he can at least dive into the hunt. Wanting to learn, because that was the whole purpose of this, Henry tilts his head to one side and asks, "How did you manage to find their tracks in all of this mess?"
It's a little hard to stay in such dimmed spirits when there's a baby animal staring up at you with big, innocent eyes. Even Henry could admit that. More pointedly indicating toward the companion, he asks quietly, "who's this?"
He nods decisively at the 'evidence of turkeys' statement, letting out a small sigh and, with it, whatever is bothering him. Even if he can't put on a happy or hopeful persona, he can at least dive into the hunt. Wanting to learn, because that was the whole purpose of this, Henry tilts his head to one side and asks, "How did you manage to find their tracks in all of this mess?"
HENRY
