The sun's coming up
The crow cawed at Noah, landing on a low tree branch some hundred yards away. AS he moved to pursue it, the image of Korbin jumped in his head. The way the younger man would tease him in his raven form, stealing things and jumping around with them and making Noah chase him. He chuckled, the memories helping ease the frustration he felt at the creature stealing his scarf. Over his shoulder, Sah commented on how his wolves would soon be replaced by the antics of his children and he laughed. Guffawed, really, full of mirth and joy and it was enough of a bark to startle the bird and send it flying off without his scarf.
He huffed and grabbed it, wrapping it around his neck quickly. ”I can’t wait to be chasing them around. I’ve been thinking of asking Cordelia if we couldn’t take them to a shrine, and let a god age them like others have done. What do you think about that?” Noah asked his friend, his pack mate, his cousin, as he drew his axe back up and swung, another log landing in smaller pieces.
He huffed and grabbed it, wrapping it around his neck quickly. ”I can’t wait to be chasing them around. I’ve been thinking of asking Cordelia if we couldn’t take them to a shrine, and let a god age them like others have done. What do you think about that?” Noah asked his friend, his pack mate, his cousin, as he drew his axe back up and swung, another log landing in smaller pieces.
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
