Dragoncrest Cliffs The Flower which grows best in the dark

The waining hours of the moon were the best time to roam, at least that was Cecil's opinion. He wasn't a fan of the noon sun, and prefered the hours of night to reflect of his thoughts. The lake remained calm as the stars twinkled above, with one paw dipped in the cool water, the ebony male layed upon the banks of the lake. Basking in the light of the moon, Cecil thought of his family, he rested his chin on his paw and watched his subtle breath make ripples in the water. Now was not the time to think of such costly matters, not when one was enjoying themselves.

@Corva if you want to hop in, all welcome though! as always