Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

Gannet didn't really have much of a regular sleep schedule when it came to things. Often he would settle in, only to wake up a few hours later to wander gently around, enjoying the peace that the dead of the night brought. Midday was another good time for sleeping, after all, when the sun was highest and you could enjoy the warmth (relative this time of year).

And sometimes, like tonight, others were up as well. Gannet almost didn't see her in the moonlight, her pelt blending in where his probably stood out starkly. But when he did, he gave a soft bark of greeting, smiling. He hadn't met her yet, but if she was here, he presumed that meant she was one of the Hollow wolves.