Noah
The bird struggled, just as he knew it would. He continued on, despite the fighting. He managed to wrap the bird and press it up to his chest, just as he intended. The hunter then stood and turned on quick heels, moving back towards the Citadel. "It's okay, Korbin. I am going to get you help." He bit the inside of his cheek after his statement, mind rolling through his plans and options. Both Loren and Delphine were gone -- disappeared away from Halo. No one knew where either of them were. Those were the only healing mages he knew. Unfortunately, the raven's healing would have to come naturally, rather than at the hands of any abandoned.
The hunter moved with more haste than he could remember having used in quite some time. It was almost a jog he took on the snowy landscape, though careful not to bring his body up to a sweat. He could feel the raven still against his chest as he traversed the tundra. "No, Korbin, don't you dare die on me." He looked down towards the bird cradled in his arms, swaddled in his scarf. He didn't seem to be dying, at least not that moment, but the hurry Noah felt in his heart pounded through his veins.
Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free
And detached as boats to the dock?
And detached as boats to the dock?
