Stone Circle Crescent moon

sorry for the wait, somehow this slipped by me!

Nighttime walks have become habit lately in the face of his stubborn insomnia; no matter what he does, he can't sleep properly. So he walks instead — he'd call it patrolling, maybe, to anyone else. He does try to stick to the borders, and sometimes he can be assed to leave his scent, but in his mind it is just a walk. He doesn't need the added stress of (real or imagined) responsibility when he's basically dying from lack of sleep (okay, maybe that's dramatic, but still).
The scent of another draws him from his thoughts, and a moment later he spots a figure in the darkness. He doesn't hesitate to approach his packmate, realizing as he draws closer that it's the girl who'd been promoted to Beta — Steph? He chuffs softly, halting a few feet away from her with his tail swishing.