Sunset Valley rage against the dying light

It was quiet. Too quiet. Even the little creatures that were nocturnal as he was were silent, likely due to the fact that a large black wolf strode around in the open. But he didnt search for prey, only herbs and found himself moving along in a lazy lope, pausing every so often to paw at certain peices of greenery to see if they could maybe be any use to him. No luck, no use thus far. It was still yet early in the year. 

With a henavy sigh he stopped, turning his rubied gaze up to the heavens. There was a stirring then. So very quiet he almost didnt hear it even with those large pointed ears of his. Holly was good at hiding and he would have thought it a snake in the grass or small mouse had she not bounded out and made herself known. He tensed from the sudden outburst but only a moment before laxing as she reached his side. Restless? He questioned the little golden woman, whom seemed tired eyed but none the less up and about.