The hunter turned to Deimos as the general started work on the great sleigh. It came out of nowhere, and Noah was amazed. He had never seen such mastery over the elements that someone could create something out of nothing. He couldn't help but only watch as the man worked -- he was totally enthralled by what was happening. "That is amazing." He finally breathed out the compliment and smiled broadly. On normal hunts, if the game was small enough, Noah could carry it home. If it were larger, he had a piece of canvas he kept in his hunting bag that he usually rigged up enough to drag a quartered animal in a few trips. Sometimes he lost parts of scavengers that way, but he had hoped with his bear shift he had the strength to pull anything he hunted off the tundra.
This, though, was much better.
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
