Blacktail Deer Plateau so fill up your lungs and just run.

Sleep was sacred for a boy like Finn. It occupied a little spot on the shared altar the silver male had for his most precious things, right besides eating and a little below running. While his stunt double enjoyed staying up to gossip with the stars and the moon, Finn enjoyed the soft buzz of the night creatures. To him it was like a soothing lullaby.

Tonight's lullaby started with the orchestra of crickets, joined quickly by the low croaking of the toads and frogs and the distant yet strong cooing of prey birds who took the night as their cover. Slowly the boy's eyelids began to close over his olive eyes, and the inhaling and exhaling of the slumbering male became perfectly synchronized with the beat the numerous members of the choir had set.

But, oh!
Tonight's repertoire was different from the rest. A faint lull from a female's voice merged with the singing crickets and then as the seconds flew by it drowned out the owl's hoots until it finally interrupted the frog's solo.

Finn jerked from his sleep as soon as the voice --along with the owner of it-- hovered over him. He whipped his head to face her, expecting a fire to have covered the Plateu or a meteorite threatening to fall on them and squish them. But it was none of the above. He was greeted by the face of his doppleganger's; he gave an exaggerate sigh and blinked a couple of times to rid his eyes of their blurry pajamas.

Not that he minded being woken by a pretty face. In fact had it been a male or any other not-pretty individual he would've probably gone ballistic. Mornin' he barked in between a yawn.

You better be here to bring me breakfast in bed, he joked while dedicating to her his first smile of the day.