Blackfeather Woods We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity

The call came to him while he slept; it wasn't a deep sleep though, and he kicked as he woke to the darkness of the cave. It took a few moments for his dream to dissipate from his mind. Mou tried to focus on it - it seemed so important - but he had the itch to leave the cave and roam the forest, and that drew him out. By the time he'd shrugged sleep from his body and was ducking out of the winding underground system of corridors and shadow, he had forgotten all about his dream.

Mou thought he could smell blood in the air, though. It was faint - a trick of the morning air, maybe. He tried to take a deep breath but instead of blood he smelled Maegi and Ramsay, so he chose to seek them out instead. It was rare that he find them together; they did not seem as close as he might've anticipated siblings to be, but that wasn't a bad thing either. Mou wasn't exactly a favourite among his ilk, after all.

As he came slinking along, he paused by Maegi's flank but did not approach; likely still sore after being shunted in to the dark like some nefarious secret.