Lake Rodney forget light once split the world in two

ooc: I am very sorry that I kept you waiting!

After joining the caldera folk it was very rarely that Birk spent nights outside the territories. He would usually sleep not far from the place, where most of the pack members were residing for the night, feeling comforted and safe by their presence. He even dreamt about things, which had not happened, when he had still run with the ice giants at his former home and, whenever you did sleep, it was always with one eye and ear open to the possible danger. His current pack gave him sense of safety that he had never truly felt or experienced.

However time from time his occasional journeys outside the territories would take him too far to return home before night-fall. And on this particular evening, when Birk almost ran over another night dweller, the exact thing had happened. He had spent far too much time in the Bramble wood, devouring on frog-legs and the likes, and lost track of time.

"Hey," he called out to the fellow, warning him of his approach. "What are you doing here so late?"