Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
”I think she’s going to start murdering things soon.” He chuckled, shaking his head some. ”She’s overdue, now.” And the steps that her and her mother had taken alongside the advice from Phoebe to try and get things moving was keeping them all busy.
Happy to have her at his side, Noah felt the warmth of it spread through him. Above them, Eira chirped and the Sentinel altered his course accordingly. ”The Academy keeping you busy, then?” He asked, lifting a brow slightly. He wondered if she even had any time for her spa these days.
Thankfully, though his first snare was empty, his second was not. While it had been set for a hare, Noah couldn’t say he was disappointed to find a ningo caught in the thin strand of cord. It was plump and exceptionally feisty. He knelt down and hooked the bird up by the legs. With a swift motion he used his other hand to grasp around its neck and swiftly and humanely bring its life to its end. Untying it from the snare he transferred it to his belt, and stood up to go with Hotaru to the next trap. |
