I won't stop breathing 'til my heart stops beating
Noah gave Eira one more good scratch to the top of her head before sending her off. She could scout their snares to see how they were doing, but could also do her own hunting if she wanted. The griffin wanted no part in fishing -- none at all.
The hunter caught the way the man spoke of his shifts, as if it weren't still him. It was interesting. Noah had always seen shifts as extensions of the soul, and even their natural tendencies were still wrapped somewhere inside his human skin. "I used to have a lynx shift, but it did not like the water." Noah followed the man, and as he shifted he followed suit.
He does not follow him into the water as a man, but instead as a polar bear. As an attuned, then, do you follow the old gods? The bear asked as he settled into the water, waiting for the fish to return.
NOAH
