Stone Circle Beginning of hope

cyron glimpses at the velveteen darkness of the sky broken only by the softly vibrant moonlight and winking of stars that break the night sky and judges that there is a few hours of darkness left before dawn. he struggled and grappled with sleep and the nightmares that plagued him. night terrors that had him gasping awake, disoriented and body jumpy, veins pumped full of adrenaline that has not been burned off. he does not try to go back to sleep after the second time. he rises from his bedding: softened doe skin that he tucks away inside his parent's den while it's not in use, tucks it beneath the cover of the nearby brush for the sake of not risking waking his parents whom he assumes are still both sleeping and heads to the stone circle in the hopes that the walk might clear his head.

he hears the sound of feasting: the tear of flesh and sinew from bone and his ears cup forth atop his skull as the sterling saefyn cautiously approaches the noise only to let out a soft, nearly inaudible sigh of relief when he realizes who is making all the noise. he pauses, far enough away that he might not be noticed and watches her eat her meal for a moment before he looks out at the vast stretch of untamed wilderness before them wondering if he should let her enjoy her meal in peace ( not that he's much of a chatter box, mind ). in the end, though cyron does not desire to be disruptive he lets out a low chuff to announce his presence to her if she did not yet realize he was there.