the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Sunjata shifted, and that released some of the tension on Noah's shoulders. Although he was a tall and imposing man, the fact that he took to his human skin like Noah had made the hunter believe he would not outright attack him. Silently, Noah let go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and harvested the tangled brambles that he wanted. He stuffed them into the deep, deep pockets of his jacket. They mingled with the glass that Noah had already gathered from the sand targets that he and Deimos had used to train a few days prior, as well as some dark red, dried berries Noah had found victim to the frosts.
When the man spoke across the bond, Noah was a little surprised. He turned to watch Sunjata harvest his own branches, from the dogwood tree not too many paces away. The hunter let his eyes roll over the man's figure, and the shiny black scales were not lost on him. Noah's jaw feathered some, and he locked his emotions down and out from their shared bond. Without the concealing, it would be an eruption of rage that would bombard Sunjata -- because Noah knew the look of those scales, and knew where the dragon had come from. He had let Nate have the shift. It caused the hair on the back of Noah's neck to prickle, but his glacier voice rolled out across the bond as neutral as it had before. A gateway to what, do you think?
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
