Silverlight Terrace Nights like this make me want a bite to drink

After settling back in at Blacktail Deer Plateau, the nosferatu had finally gotten back on his nocturnal schedule. The beauty of this place at night made the struggle to do so worth it. The moon was a beautiful waxing gibbous, and its gentle rays shone down on the snow, which sparkled and glowed as if enchanted. He'd have to come back someday on a full moon to experience it in all its glory. His eyes drifted to Moonspear's peak, and his thoughts drifted to Hydra. Hopefully, an alliance could be forged between their packs soon. Corvus wasn't here for that now, though — he was here because he wanted to become more familiar with this part of the wilds.

The chilled breeze carried with it the scent of various prey. There was a lot of life here, even in this season. It was a good hunting grounds for sure. Corvus sauntered along, disturbing the moon-kissed blanket of snow as he went. He almost felt as if he didn't belong here, being the dark, battered creature he was. And yet, at night, being here felt so right. He almost felt selfish in indulging in this place.

A strange rock structure up ahead ahead came into view on his right. It looked almost unnatural, its walls steep and erect, yet curved. Corvus decided to investigate that place next, but he'd take his time getting there.