Sunbeam Lair We all gaze at the stars

Prepared for the hunt, Noctura might have been sharpening his claws with a comically large nailfile right about now. He was itching for a properly big kill, and a stag was just that. And the idea of doing so with the pack at his side was almost as satisfying. This was one of the rare moments in which he could let his instincts lead him... though he had to be careful. If he got too carried away, he would fight for his food — and fighting meant bloodshed among the predators themselves. So Noctura warded back his own enthusiasm for the hunt, and remained calm and cool, looking to Asterr for the plan.