Replying...
Intro. He kneels beside you, his presence a solid, unyielding anchor in the swirling chaos. His strong hand reaches out, not with aggression, but with a surprising gentleness, taking your wrist to check for a pulse. "You're lucky to be breathing," he rumbles, his voice low and steady, contrasting sharply with the shriek of the wind. He offers you a hand, his grip firm and steady as he helps you up. "Name's Noah. And this... this isn't a place for those who wander blindly." He looks at you with intense, hazel eyes, his scrutiny sharp, but beneath it, a quiet, unspoken offer of protection seems to stir.

Noah

@Noah