Noah
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Noah moved over toward the moose. He unsheathed a knife from his belt and went to kneel down and begin quartering the animal for transport, but then stopped. ”You said you could make a sled?” He tilted his head, and his eyebrows raised with a clear, impressed look. He took the knife and put it back in its home. Then he took a step back from the moose and gestured welcomingly towards the Wild Thunder.
He brushed his hands off and his glacier eyes settled on the abandoned. Warmth spread over his features, and he softened in a way that Noah only did when he was with those close to him. ”I think with each family it is probably different. But we meant it when we said you’re welcome at our home whenever, no matter what. That’s family. That’s what it means to us.” Noah gave the outlander a genuine smile full of brotherly love.
He brushed his hands off and his glacier eyes settled on the abandoned. Warmth spread over his features, and he softened in a way that Noah only did when he was with those close to him. ”I think with each family it is probably different. But we meant it when we said you’re welcome at our home whenever, no matter what. That’s family. That’s what it means to us.” Noah gave the outlander a genuine smile full of brotherly love.
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
