Stavanger Bay the stars feel your sorrow and aching heart

Sage had yet to have the linger feeling of nostalgia leave her after seeing her old friend Judas again. He seemed well, and that's all that really mattered. He could have easily died or fallen more insane than the first time they met, and the shadow likely wouldn't care, but the members of Moonlit all held a sense of concern from her, no matter how miniscule it be. All except for Issun, she had no desire to speak to the wolf again. He cheated on her, and the Hills had softened her rock hard edges, forcing her to forgive him. What an imbecile she was to do so, and now to abandon Blackrock, what a coward. 

The ebony contour of her body was hardly visible in the already night fallen atmosphere, she moved about silently along the grounds, aimless as could be. It wasn't until a new scent filled her nose did she pause, ears twitching for any sense of direction of the stranger. Soon enough the wandering creature is spotted, and it was a yearling, one equally, if not more so, as jet as her own. She blinked for a moment, before uttering out into the darkness. "Are you allowed to be wandering?"