Stone Circle someone get me a butterbeer

he's backkk

It was as the moon reached it's peak in the sky did Ezra finish his final patrol, the night enveloping him as he slunk to a resting position next to a tree not far from the den where his younger siblings slumbered. He had taken it upon himself to act as a set of watchful eyes during the night, a way to ensure that unwelcomed visitors were chased away and that none of the children wandered too far off.

Most nights were quiet and uneventful, this one however had a bit activity in the form of a rogue fox who stumbled too close for comfort. It only took a single glance in the uninvited guest's direction for it to go slinking off, leaving Ezra to the night's silence once more.