Noe
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
There had always been something primordial about Sol, but it had never bothered Noe. The way her friend seemed almost bestial at times was actually almost comforting in a way that Noe couldn't quite describe. As the wolf-girl's hackles lowered, Noe began to relax into the sense of adventure that came with their wandering, and she grinned as they started their way into the crater - even as she kept a sharp eye on their surroundings. Just in case.
Despite the discomfort of knowing that something about the crater was off, Noe snorted at the mental image of a giant armadillo. "Oh, my gods, yes," she said with a giggle. Then she sobered. "Actually, that isn't a bad idea. Maybe we should look for tracks." Not, of course, that she had any idea how to track things or what she'd be looking for. "If something was alive, it had to leave somehow, right?"
Despite the discomfort of knowing that something about the crater was off, Noe snorted at the mental image of a giant armadillo. "Oh, my gods, yes," she said with a giggle. Then she sobered. "Actually, that isn't a bad idea. Maybe we should look for tracks." Not, of course, that she had any idea how to track things or what she'd be looking for. "If something was alive, it had to leave somehow, right?"
I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails
And the liquor in our cocktails
