Noah and Aimee were in the field the entire time, playing their parts in the hunting party as spotters and leaders, occasionally nabbing morsels for themselves and small catches of small rodents. Noah didn’t try his wounds heavily, cautious in how much he pressed between being sent off in order to pursue or scout. Taking off was the hardest part, staying airborne was made significantly easier with the aid of his gnosis mark, able to produce gusts and drafts that kept wind under his wings fluidly. A part of him was sour that he didn’t share the moment with Elann, but he didn’t dwell on the thoughts, simply taking joy in the fact that he could hunt again.

Evening began to fall by the time the bulk of the party returned to the camp, Noah and Aimee in tow. The two didn’t partake in dinner, Aimee returning to the wagon in order to shift and procure a change of clothes. She said an idle hello to Elann if she could, otherwise she went for the river in order to bathe and change into something fresher, exhausted after what was nearly two days of being awake. 

Noah swooped down from the treetops after Aimee went away and landed outside of Elann’s tent and shifted before moving inside. He stretched out his sore arms and back but laid around for the most part. He didn’t know when Elann would come back to the tent but he waited up for her nonetheless, idly sitting cross-leggedly with his hands in his lap.