Twilight zone

If Noah’s ears weren’t keenly attuned to his surroundings, the youngling may have snuck up in him. Turning his head down towards the approacher, Noah greeted him with a nod. He didn’t know the young man by much more than affiliation with his family — with over a decade separating them — and he couldn’t even recall his name. Vi’dore lowered his horned head and curled his neck around Noah to look at the stranger. His eyes were warm and kind. ”Of course.” Noah’s voice was even and calm, strong as the Fangs and steady as the glaciers. ”What brings you so far out from the Citadel at this time of night?” He asked, cocking his head some in a way that was more bear than it was man. Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm