Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

Trick was often the one still awake at night- wanting to protect the Caldera and to prevent any more children getting stolen. The rushing water next to his den was calming, but sleep did not easily win the obsidian man over. His green eyes scanned the area as he paced around his home to give his legs the exercise they needed every now and then. Staying in one place for a long time was almost torture for the small male. 

But something else hung in the midnight air- a smell he recognized all too well. He frowned. A loner in heat perhaps? Well, he had to go hunt soon anyway. Why not get a head start? He sprinted in an average speed over the walls of the volcano, following his nose to the woods. The closer he got, the crazier he seemed to become. He blinked his emerald orbs as his eyes landed on a white female in the distance- she seemed to be the source of the ridiculously good-smelling scent, and he approached carefully.

He chuffed to make her aware she wasn't alone here, and made a goofy smile- entranced by her for tonight.