When the evening came, the nocturnal creature awoke. She had slumbered, if one could call it that, throughout the day so she could be out and about when her favorite time of the day rolled in. The spectacle of softer colors in the sky were a greeting, she was sure, and with a deep inhale did she leave the Blood Garden where their den was nestled. She started walking, speckled legs carrying her through and eventually out of the shadows that concealed whatever went on in the dark woods. A raven cawed her good fortune and without a word she disappeared into the glow of the setting sun.

Nyx wasn't a fisher, nor a very good swimmer, but she knew that water was a beacon for all sorts of animals. They were called, their instincts not letting the opportunity of a drink - the physical form of a life bringer - pass by. And, indeed, a rabbit scurried by her and before long it hung limp from her bloodied jaws. A meal for her prince, she decided, not particularly hungry. When she approached the water to wash off the blood and perhaps even skin the rabbit for her significant other, the scent of another whiffed by her. She looked about, spotting the pale female not far from the place she herself had chosen to settle - but this didn't scare The Night.

Confidently did she approach the water, regardless of what the other might think or do, placing her kill between her star-kissed forelimbs to protect them from any thieves. Her mismatched eyes never leaving the stranger, she dipped her muzzle into the water - the crimson of the rabbit's blood spreading out and not leaving a trace.