Silverlight Terrace you and i,

03/07(?) - Being very, very vague.

Moonlight bounced between blades of grass, dancing across the landscape. Birdsong had long since died; these were the hours of rest for the sky-dwellers, those too fearful of the night. Ying respected the fearlessness of owls and thought that maybe, she might one day claim one for herself. 

She snapped the hare's neck between tight jaws and settled into a seat. A short call was sounded for @Hydra — Can you meet me here? — immediately followed by several warning barks for anyone else who might be near.