It was mid-stride that the man shifted back to himself, his feet moving quickly to catch himself from falling before slowing to a jog. He closed the distance between him and Talyson and his team then. "I was worried about you being out here on your own, with the state of things." Noah admitted. "The guards told me you had headed out for a hunt, so I followed your sled tracks rather then head out on my own venture."
Deimos had told him that the Fangs had collapsed, and that only meant the tundra was even more dangerous than it always had been. The dragons that survived no longer had caves to hide in; the giants that made it out of the demolition were certainly hungrier than ever. "Sometimes its better to hunt with a partner, anyway." Noah offered a smile. He didn't want Talyson to feel as though he needed babysitting -- after his work defending the Citadel, that was certainly untrue -- but Noah was sincere in his worry.
