NOAH
The polar bear was ready to huff out his success when his back paw, and leg, and damn near whole rear end cracked and fell through the broken platform. A growl of frustration rolled off his tongue as he shifted, the sound twisting from bear to man as he did.
"Shit." He whispered out, lifting his eyes towards Ronin and Talyson. "I'm gonna need a hand up here, unfortunately." The hunter called out to them before crouching down and beginning to remove parts of the platform that were splintered and broken beyond repair. "I'll need a few more boards, and lost of nails." He called through gritted teeth, his cheeks hot and red with both frustration and embarrassment.
Perhaps he was better off on the tundra, equipped with bow and arrow, than he was building anything.
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noah asks for help then starts pulling away broken boards that can no longer be used.
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
