Dragoncrest Cliffs there's no peace in quiet

Cecil weaved his way along the now familliar terrain, his blank canvas of a body blending in and out of the landscape. Even in the light of day Cecil could find just the right amount of shadows to melt into. Although not nearly as effective as his nightly prowls of the border. It was the main reason he enjoyed the coming of night, his inconspicious travel gave him a power in the dark that he reveled in. The chance to sneak up on an appointment or even more likely an opportunity to catch prey. However he found the task of traversing the land during the day just as exhilarating, as the need for care was much greater given his ebony fur.

Although his goal this day was not one of hunting, he was on the defense. He wasn't one to linger in the heart of the territory, and in the last weeks should anyone find need of him he could be found on the outskirts of the land they all called home. His favorite task being one of border patroll. The last few days however had been more interesting however, he often found Thuringwethil's scent along the border, however in the recent days it had been more and more prevalent if that was even possible. Of course she was worried for her mate. A topic that Cecil kept tight lip. He wasn't accustomed to Heda's having family, and he didn't approve.

He found his mirror image along a trail he had taken to following often. The Commander's form materialised before him, out of instinct he followed. Shadowing her at a respectable pace, waiting to see if she would accept his company.