Northstar Vale Open your eyes and see

The sleeplessness had grab hold of him again, and Kaworu was pushed to embrace the bright daylight, which he admired from cool shadow. It had been the third day now that he found no rest in his attempt to dream, and the dog's eyes stung with effort to see beyond his gaze, exhaustion creeping up his gaunt frame and making him feel two times heavier. Still tired as he was he found the glen inviting, and embraced the shroud the Vale offered him as he took careful steps among the growth. Throat dry, he sought to refresh himself.

There was a creek nearby his long ears devoted to the sound of that lead his direction. To break the foliage of the trees and see another dog though was so unexpected his tail jolted upright behind him, heart quickening. Was it an illusion? Kaworu blinked hard, as if to shut the little Aussie out of existence. How strange, it he was truly a fantasy, why would Kaworu dream of such a small dog? Despite his efforts, the curious canine remained there by the creek and hovering in his silence, the Borzoi simply watched him.

When the events of Rory's fishing attempts escalated, the snow-kissed figure could not help himself. Quiet laughter escaped from his muzzle, giving away his position and he drew out from the shade into the afternoon light. The tall figure closed the distance between them quickly with his long stride, and without permission, swept his muzzle down to pinch the fish's tail between his teeth in an attempt to part the two struggling animals.