Noah
As the Citadel crested on the horizon and they approached on Noah's quickly moving feet, the panic that rose in the raven was opposite the feeling that rose in the hunter. The raven squirmed in his arms, and Noah's mind was filled with its feelings over the attuned connection. Tears welled in glacier eyes, though he tried to blink them back. "Korbin, you have to come home. Please." His voice was soft and choked from the tears. In his own heart he was elated to have found the younger man, having believed in the seasons of his absence that he had found his death on the tundra.
Noah held on tighter to Korbin's body as he struggled, as carefully as he could while minding his wing. He didn't want the raven to fall from his grasp or to try and take flight. The wound from the fox was enough to keep him grounded, and without flight he surely would die on the tundra. Easy picking. Easier than ningo. "It's okay." Noah tried to comfort him, though within his mind he knew it would be in vain.
Was he forcing Korbin to be where he didn't want to be? Yes. Was he doing it because he thought it would be better for the raven? Yes.
Was he doing it because he was just, at least a little bit, selfish?
Yes.
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?
