Walking After Midnight

Laufey wasn't really one to stop and smell the roses. His surroundings had to be pretty spectacular for him to note their beauty. It wasn't that he went through life oblivious to what was around him. Rather, he noticed but didn't find the sights worth devoting thought to. Noting and appreciating beauty - unless the beauty in question was a woman - struck him as a little too touchy feely. It wasn't quite right to say it undermined his masculinity...but it undermined his masculinity. This place, though? This was the kind of place he couldn't help but notice. The very ground he walked across seemed to glow in the moonlight; the gentle light as muted and soft as the moon itself.

The ambiance put him in a slightly better mood than the one he'd left Yfir in. The brute was tired but unable to sleep. He felt restless and caged; boxed in by forces beyond his control. He'd lain awake in his den for hours before finally relenting and going for a walk. Eventually the walk had taken him beyond the borders and into one of the neighboring territories.

Reaching the edge of what looked like a dry riverbed, Laufey lay down on the rim of it and let his forepaws hang over the edge. A heavy sigh left his lips, the sound ricocheting off the smooth rock surrounding him and bouncing back to him in a chorus of ethereal whispers.