Sun Mote Copse tell me that story about the west again

Night had fallen, Slavik didn't usually go out at night but for some reason he was restless. He tried for a while to get back to sleep, nuzzling closer to his travel buddy in an attempt to drift off into a soft rest. At last he realized that his stomach was the one saying resisting, it let out a mighty roar and Slavik could resist it no more. With a quiet growl he scooted away and stood up, stretching his legs quickly. He left @Speedy's side, careful not to wake her, and walked out into the darkness for a hunt.

Slavik was not accustomed to hunting at night, he hadn't done it in a while, so he wasn't sure where to begin. He relied on his nose to take him where he needed to be, because his golden eyes were useless in the faint moonlight that reflected off his pelt.

sorry for sucky butt post :'')