Noah settled into watching Elann from afar, something that wasn’t foreign whether he was in his human form or not. He watched her hammer away at the stakes in the ground, saw her give Aimee a smile, of which the wolf returned in kind, warmer and genuine. The tent took shape as the chimes passed and he moved very little. It took a great deal of convincing on Aimee’s part to get him to take shape as a eagle, and even after he did take shape he wasn’t happy to be in it. It took hours for him to get over his discomfort in his otherwise true form. Once he got over it he was glad to be feathered once again.

Elann caught his attention again when she went away from the tents to bathe, his eyes followed her as she found the river again but lost her when she was well away from him. Like Aimee inside the wagon, Noah settled for a nap in the branch since he had not slept since yesterday’s afternoon and early evening. The nap was short lived, interrupted by the laughter of the children as they took to playing around the camp. They didn’t disturb anything more than his rest, of which he found again in an even shallower form than before.

Another bell passed before Aimee returned out of the wagon, dropping down in her four legged form. She gave the playing children pause as she strode on the outskirts of their game. She didn’t seek to interrupt but it hard to miss a large stilted wolf walking in the clear of day. She continued on without missing a beat, giving a soft bark out as she passed the tree Noah was perched in to wake him before turning in her spot to sit on her haunches. The few guards and men who were making up the hunting party for that day came to the tree as well.

One of the men raised his guarded wrist up to the branch and took Noah from it. The Kelvic passed from the branch to the man’s forearm before climbing up to his shoulder, resting there as the men went off through the thicket again, the two Kelvics with them.