Emile liked the nighttime. Not because of the gentle noises of a nocturnal world, not because of the stars or moon that lit the sky with their pale yellow light, not even because it was cooler than the weather of the days... But because it meant he was more likely to be alone. He's geared his life to being out in view of others as little as possible, of course, he couldn't avoid everyone all the time, and his herb hunting meant he didn't always get to be out after dark but when he could help it he preferred to move around when most wolves had retired to their rooms or dens and he had to worry about being in their ways less.

It was one of the few times he could well and truly breathe easy while outside his room, relax even. He'd finished up his gardening for the day and Emile had decided tonight was a great night to simply lay under the stars. He picked his way carefully to an area of the plains few wolves seemed to den in and settled himself onto his stomach, laying his head on his paws and letting the ambiance of the night roll over him, a rare contented sigh escaping his lungs.

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The wedding of Rudyard and Fern is drawing close and the gray girl finds herself growing more and more anxious as the day approaches. Falling asleep doesn’t seem to be in the cards for tonight and it appears the clouds have parted so that the stars may shine brightly upon the land. The restless woman decides to go for a walk and silently leaves her room, slipping down the hallway before heading down the stairs. Once she has exits the castle, Fern breaks into a lope, swiftly making her way to the neighboring plains. A cool breeze picks up, gently tickling her fur as the gray woman hits the grassy expanse. She slows to enjoy the night air, her pale paws slowly moving her through the plains. Each step is gentle and deliberate, quietly moving her forward. The breeze kicks up once more and brings, to her nostrils, the scent of another packmate. Fern silently changes course, moving to join whomever it might be. Part of her wonders if it is Sota, the small male seems to have an interest in the nighttime. However, as she nears, a tan and cream form comes into view and she quickly tries to pull up the name that belongs to the wolf. She has met him before… Emile? Was that his name? Mentally kicking herself, Fern decides she needs to get to know better. He does seems to be enjoying the quietness and she almost regrets disturbing him. As she nears, the gray woman calls out softly, “Hello. Would you mind if I join you?” She stops, waiting for Emile’s answer, ready to leave if he asks her to. She keeps a warm, friendly smile on her pale lips as she waits, hoping that he will invite her closer. This quiet night seems like a perfect time to get to know him. "Fern Lark" | "Puff"