Sunset Valley rage against the dying light

Holly couldn't sleep. She couldn't even close her eyes for one minute before getting -once again- restless. For a while, she let it drag on. Every time she would mentally shake off her energy, try to settle her thoughts, and sleep. It didn't work. Her mind was mulled and yet somehow she still felt as if her brain was going 90 miles per minute. She gave in. The golden girl couldn't take it anymore. So, careful not to wake the leader of the Skyward, the girl took off. Mindlessly she wandered. Allowing her paws to drag her wherever they felt like. Her mind was the one that had gotten her into this so why should she follow it now and cause herself even more frustration? No. For now she would simply walk, half-asleep as she padded through the silky black curtains of the night.

The woman didn't know how far she traveled, her senses were still inactive. That is until she heard footfall in the distance her brain immediately started churning. It was as if a switch had been flipped, pure instinct took over and the lady crouched, hid herself. Carefully she kept a slow, steady pace and crept up to find whatever had been the cause of her momentary panic. A shadow. One with fur as dark as the night itself. A dark shadow she recognized. Letting a small chuckle escape her the woman drew up and went to walk alongside her companion. "You were not who I was expecting!" Holly's voice was obviously tired, but she somehow managed to keep her voice steady enough to be teasing. A trait she had developed with her sister, she had always insisted on not allowing their mother to know where they went at night- or that they went out at all. The voice had lost most of its strongest attributes but it was convincing enough to slide by, perhaps she could say she had just woken up.