Hushed Willows fweaky

Kavos had spent a majority of the night tossing and turning within the den, never really finding the most opportune time to settle his mind and drift off the sleep. Since gaining his sight and and hearing, the palest child of the Keep had spent quite some time exploring his surroundings and broadening his horizons. Though he was more tolerable of his other two siblings, Kavos did what he could to keep to himself.

Keeping to his nature, Kavos pulled himself away from the family den and into the night. The willows were blanketed in a gentle wash of moonlight. Despite this, it was still difficult to see under their canopy. Pressing forward without a sound, Kavos began to make his away further from the den, not too alarmed by the fact that he was alone, in the dark, in the middle of the night.

Perhaps his better judgement should have kicked in, but, at the moment, it was nowhere to be found.