this part of my lobotomy

The looming darkness of a winters night hardly phased the man as he crept along the floors of the small grove, winding with the infinite streams of water as he wandered. He hadn't been in the woods long, but it had been dark for many hours now yet he had no plans to leave or any place to be. His muscles ached with his travels, but it wasn't something they weren't used to. Perhaps the type of use was different, but it was use all the same. Despite cooler weather accompanied by a southern winter night, he soaked his sore paws in the trickling water of a stream he stopped by, just under a willow enough that the tendrils almost grazed his pelt. The water was refreshing and relieved some of the ache, but it could only do so much. It'd be likely he'd rest here for the night, but sleep hardly came for the man. A resting spell, if anything really. Moving from the water to the soft loam beneath the willow, his body thud against the ground as he settled and he huffed softly. It would be a long night if he didn't get any sleep, yet things were already looking to be against his favor tonight.

"Speech"

for Sirius, but anyone can enter