As the lynx and griffon destroyed their own gourds, the sound of those that the warlord sent flying made Eira's mood lighten with humor and delight. She softened Noah, pressing up against his mental walls and fortresses, tending carefully to his heart. She was a blessing to him, a softness to his soul he did not know he needed. Even though she could fight at his side with a ferocity that put many predators to shame, she had a kindness to her that Noah's soul needed. Frey knew.
As the hunter swatted scattered, broken pieces of gourd flesh and hide from his wake, a larger pumpkin rustled the undergrowth to his left.
