Cedar Sweep the whole world is sleeping

singing-sunlight, thank you, and said s-s trails him doggedly, either oblivious to or pretending to ignore screech's seeming disinterest in his presence. 

screech didn't seem to be very good at hunting.

delight slinks along beside him quietly, absolutely paying no mind to their empty-handed pursuit, his intense silvered gaze instead following the boy's movements. every so often he catches vague scents - potential pray, maybe - but does not attempt to steer them or push screech to more fruitful ground. really, he's more invested in his ego. the pair continues like this, and finally the vailë clears his throat. "you haven't found anything," he points out.