Cedar Sweep the whole world is sleeping

whatever the sound is, it sends delight about three feet into the air, every single hair on his hide raised. barely is there time for his panic to diminish before the second cry - the vailë jumps again, crashing into screech's side - or over him, maybe - turning from wolf into a jumble of terrifiedly flailing limbs as he collides with the earth. 

"i don't know," delight near-wails, scrambling back to his feet. he doesn't have any interest in finding out what the noise is or what caused it - he shoves at screech's side urgently, eyes blown wide: "we gotta move, c'mon, c'mon--"