It's called being Wired Differently

With his days dedicated to watching over his children and his nights dedicated to the safety of the territory, that left very little time for Elias himself to sleep. He generally slept in the afternoon, rising with the moon. By the time the Imps were awake, Elias had already finished his duties and was ready to dedicate his time to them. However, the snow and scarcity of prey up in the mountains had made it by far more difficult for him to properly dedicate his time to them than he expected.

He had noticed Actaea sleeping through the days, and while they were not training he didn't mind- but he had made it a point tonight to correct this behavior of hers if he could. Each of them were now beginning to show their own individuality and that pleased him, though he hoped to acknowledge Actaea's differences before she grew to resent him because of them. He found the purple mass at the entrance of the den like always, her curious eyes peering out with a burning need for something stimulating like how a fire craved oxygen.

"Actaea," he said in a hushed tone to not wake the rest sleeping in the den. The wind wasn't whipping through the mountains tonight like most nights, which made it possible for him to invite her out without too much worry for her safety.

"Care to go on a walk with me? I must secure the perimeter, I could use an extra set of eyes if you feel like you can keep them open." He grinned, knowing fully well that she could indeed keep them open. Those curious eyes weren't going to miss a thing on their little outting.