Blackfeather Woods i'll see this with my own eyes

'twas the night. The glorious, marvelous night. It was his element. His home. Asbestos winged his way through the evening air, snatching mosquitos and other peskies from the sky and making quite a meal of them. He chowed down as he flew, crunching on his snacks as he made himself at home in the air.

After a while, his wings tired and he lowered himself to a tree to take a break and enjoy the rest of the night. He curled into the bow of a oak and made himself a cozy little hammock out of leaves. He closed his eyes for a bit, napping until he suddenly heard a large scrambling noise beneath him. 

Opening one eye, he glanced over the edge and gave a quick echo of a squeak to see what all the commotion was about. A something, hmm? Asbestos, lifted himself from his leaf bed and lowered himself to the ground. "Minion!" he announced, landing nearby. "What ails you, minion!?"