There were times in their relationship, even before they were a couple, where he would seek her affection in these ways. Noah liked to be held, petted, and kissed in the way she kissed him. When he wanted it, she usually knew. There were times where he would even seem restless, fidgeting before he worked up the nerve to follow her around her home because she never seemed to sit down long enough to catch the cues he was giving off. He learned to be more obvious, even going as far as calling her name at some points just to bring her attention to him. He supposed he was easy to miss due to his quietness, and he enjoyed that aside from the times he wanted to be noticed and shown physical love.

Elann’s first question made him smile. It was funny. He nodded, licking his lips. “You can raise chickens in most of the yards,” he informed. “We can go to the beach too. That’s my favorite thing to do, I miss the beach, and, yes, I can teach you how to swim.”

He tilted his head looking down at her then. “You want chickens?” he asked curiously, then he smiled in his own amusement. “What if I get hungry and you aren’t around? Can I eat one?” While Noah was joking he was also being utterly serious. He wouldn’t hesitate to take down one of their chickens if he had the mind too. To him it just seemed like he could have the thrill of the hunt in his own backyard and the hunt, in a way, was fun.

He also thought it odd seeing as Elann had a fear of animals. Her fear hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, he could see it and feel it in the way she barely petted him when he hunted for the first time with her. He also observed it in the way she was initially afraid of Aimee when she saw the wolf as an actual wolf for the first time. Were chickens supposed to be different for her?