[PQ] Woodchuckers chucking chunks of wood

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

Noah pulled, and pulled, and pulled. All he could see was the tree crashing down on Weaver, the woman too stubborn and too caring (caring?) to let other people and creatures take the damage. The reindeer pulled so hard that his hands burned, the rope rubbing them near raw with his determination and sheer force. He did not wince until the tree crashed down, the Halovians all safe.

He breathed out heavily, wanted to collapse on the ground and regain his composure. The time was not yet, though, there was still work to be done. He moved over towards the siblings, watching as Korbin pulled his sister into a tight embrace, one that surely conveyed love and fear and anger and relief. Noah's face softened with a small smile as he, too, placed an embrace on Weaver. It was small -- just his hand on her shoulder, giving a squeeze. It sent tingles of pain up to his elbow, but he did it nonetheless. He nodded to Korbin, all the answer needed for his instructions.

Looking up and around at the rest of the crew, Noah decided to leave the siblings alone to cool down together and finish their task. He moved over to Loren, and would help him gather up the rest of his wood. In the chaos of Weaver nearly getting crushed, Noah had not noticed Loren's trouble and his team running away. All he knew was that the wood needed to be loaded. Through the pain of his rope-burned, raw hands, Noah would help.

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Noah goes to help Loren. His hands got super rope-burned when he was helping Weaver.

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson