Blackfeather Woods A light-emitting crescent moon

Luminous blue eyes peered tiredly ahead as the male strolled through the night, his strides were casual and slow as he found himself incapable of sleep. He wasn't even sure where his paws were taking him, but the Tyro knew he couldn't remain within the confines of his den. Normally, slumber came easy to the male, but for some unusual reason, tonight, Vandal's mind refused to shut off, so as he aimlessly wondered, he would grumble slightly with his silver and white tail thrashing behind him.

As Vandal roamed, the familiar aroma of Potema caught his attention, causing him to come to a gradual halt. The source of this familiar scent seemed to be growing stronger by the second up a head, so with his nostrils flaring, Van slowly lowered his head, bright sapphire eyes instantly searching for the seemingly small approaching figure.