Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

@Slavik

Per usual, he waited until nightfall. Most of the hours of sunlight were spent sleeping by the ebony male. It was simply better that way -- because he thrived in the night.

The place he was exploring this dark evening was a bit different from the place he had met his last captivating company. He did hope she was fairing well and that, perhaps, she had managed to catch some sleep this night. If she hadn't? Well, Behemoth wouldn't complain about having her company again.

Once more the young male set out to find himself a meal. Hopefully something more appealing than a vole.