take off the training wheels

Noah

if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died

Noah nodded as he walked along, listening to Henry. Eira settled down well in his arms, her bright joy settling down as a warm contentment. Noah's own chest felt warm with her feelings, and he hoped that Henry gathered from her presence as much relief as possible in this moment. Noah knew the weight of grief and destruction, and while he had buried his grief in the arms and between the thighs of Delphine, he thought this comfort offering from the griffin was a much healthier, more appropriate way.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, the sky darkening as they moved out through the fields. The hunter took note of it, knowing they would need to pay attention to the coming storm and the direction of the wind. "There is a group of hunters I've done scouting trips with since we were kids, at our father's sides. We take a few expeditions in late Flowerbirth and early Longheat. You would be welcome to accompany me, if you would like." The thunder rolled again, a lazy, distant warning.

Noah paused for a moment, lowering his body down to crouch and gestured for Henry to wait. He could faintly hear the fowl. In loose blonde hair, feline ears sprouted and rotated in an attempt to catch the sound greater. His eyes followed suite, shifting to that of his lynx to be able to see further.

then I'm willing to
wait for it