Noah hummed softly as if he was agreeing with Elann's acceptance of his answer. It was just a hum to tell of no further words to come from his mouth on Aimee's disappearance because he had nothing else to say. He didn't know why his sister was suddenly away from them both, but felt she would return whenever she wished. Because his passive stance on the issue he seemed rather set apart from it, distant like he was on a lot of things. 

He was going to drift away into his thoughts, eyes open, until Elann piped up about doing hunting by herself, asking him if he thought she'd encounter anything near the river. Noah assumed she was talking about encountering something dangerous or deadly. "You shouldn't," he said. If he were a land predatory he wouldn't have approached the loud and noisy caravan, and so he inferred that other predators lacking his man's mind would keep their distance for fear of encountering whatever was making all the noise. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the caravan's scent was very present in the air, but the sheer amount of noise and commotion it caused is it strode through the woods was enough to deter anything.

She invited him along surprisingly, though shock did not show on his face. There was a small murmur of activity on his end of the bond at the mention of the invitation. He thought selfishly on how he could be close to Zulrav while staying within the sights of Elann without it necessarily seeming as if that was his motivation. He was slightly hungry and could go for something to eat too, and that feeling of quiet hunger was probably louder than the undefined emotion that perked up when she invited him out for the hunt.

"[i]I'll go with you[/i]," he said in quiet Fratava, pushing himself up from the bench to move towards the front of the wagon where their luggage was.

It was a simple movement to slip off his shorts and turn to face Elann again with his fully bare body. Noah rolled his shoulders back, the upper parts of his back popping audibly. He stretched his arms afterwards, his eyes not entirely focused on much despite Elann being in front of him. His mind was surveying his body and its condition, taking up all his concentration. He took a few steps forward when he felt primed and transformed, the magical light shining bright inside the wagon. The dust was settled by his wings opening to grant him a gust of enough to settle on the edge of the bench, his dangerously sharp talons gripping into the wood to keep his balance.

His head twitched in a way to view Elann briefly, his usually light eyes, suddenly deep gold in color, harboring intensity. Just as quickly as his eyes settled on his bondmate they were looking at the open flap of the wagon. He leaned forward, pushing off his perch and opening his wings to propel him towards the exit. With a single contraction of muscles he was off the bench and shooting towards the exit. It came upon him in a half-second, forcing him to tuck his wings in order to slip through, only to open them up against immediately after he was on the other side. Afterwards he shot past the driver of the wagon behind them, knocking off his hat with a clip of the eagle's wing. Noah didn't so much as flinch at the near collision, his airborne stride too true to be deterred. He rounded the wagon Elann was still in and found perch in a tree, facing the caravan as it continued onward. There he sat to wait for Elann to come out.