Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

He was on a late-night stroll.
Perhaps hoping to have some fun in the woods with Kynareth late at night.
Yet, when he'd not appeared, Derg grew tired and was moving back to the densite now.
Nothing was amiss tonight.
Yet.

Nyra was leaving her den, obviously disturbed and not happy to be awake.
His brows furrowed, chuffing to her. What was up?
He drew closer to her, head tilting slightly.
"Nyra?" He asked softly, as to not wake those not on the night shift.