Blackfeather Woods dragon's breath

The Night's ears were sensitive, having spent their time in silence and peace most of their life with the being they were attached to. The dripping of liquid, the meandering of paws - someone was near. Someone she did not know much of. She knew they had taken the stranger in, but not much else. It was time to explore this mystery, even though she usually slept through the morning and midday.

She followed the sounds, squinting at the morning light that had become unfamiliar to her, spotting the brownish female from a side. Her eyes looked dark, but Nyx didn't see all that well in light anymore so who knows if what she was seeing held truth to it. You do not look well. She commented. That much was clear, even with her adjusting eyes.