Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Deimos, ever the proponent of getting things done quickly and efficiently, had learned and experienced notions of tracking from Noah on many of their hunts. He watched as Sah did the same, taking the time to notice any passing marks or prints in the snow. “You are welcome,” though the next statement gave him the slightest pause from narrowed eyes and the quiet dragging of the sled. He’d known the Abandoned to be vocal about his notions towards the deities – so the arch of his brow curved in response. “From who? I did not know you were interested in the gods.” At least, in any positive light.The Sword had hunted quite a few of the ursur as well, so he shrugged. “As long as we do not become complacent,” for the world they’d been immersed within was dangerous and treacherous, even if he was just as so.
Upon Sah’s next inspection, he crouched down to notice as well. “Could be. Do you want me to send Belial ahead and see if he can spot anything?” A faster approach, and the peryton would be out of harm’s way.
