The Bracken Woods i just wanna go back to being the same

When the sun sank and the moon ruled the skies, this is when the shadow cloaked hound crept out from the confines of his hollow and out into the open air. He takes a deep breath, the silence of the night pleasant- the quiet of it all, the birds having slept, the smaller creatures tucking into their burrows and tree holes. Still, the night was full of life. Life which took a much calmer, quieter, dangerous approach. 

Hemlocke was amongst then and he slunk through the bramble forest like the hellhound he believed himself to be. Another deep breath and he smelt the newcomer close. Though he had scent her time and time before, he had not met her yet. It had been he and his golden brethren for some time now. Finally, the group was forming though Hemlocke had yet to decide if he found interest in this or not.