Hideaway Strath Till he learns to be a killer With a lust for being bad

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Night was where most of Priest’s walks tended to be held under. It felt so much more calming, and typically he felt much more connected to the existence of understanding than he ever could in day time. Too much activity in the day- whereas Night was where the parties and fun began. He tried to keep his paws clean of that lifestyle, instead focusing on his sister and his survival. But even Hum could see he was hungry for something to learn of, something that proved it could be useful to the both of them. 

And he wanted to get deep in it, without his paws getting too dirty. 

Without much more prompt than just feeling like it, he passed the carcass of the whatever that shredded and terrified thing was, and sat next to its lazing killer. 
But he said nothing.