Mind Made Of Stone

It seemed he had a few less restrictions as he was getting older, but maybe he never had them to begin with. Viper was nearly self taught in her own will to survive, and at this point she was pushing Cerberus to get out of their room and explore some. Moccosin was there when she wasn't and he wasn't with Siren, and the island was protected. He had nothing to fear, and he didn't.

While he sat outside the area Viper claimed for herself, the sky started roll in changing colors, he almost felt like he didn't know the difference between the normal skies and the mysterious moon of today. It wasn't quite dark yet, he would be in path of Viper when she came in for the night. His nose followed the blue fireflies as they carefully drifted around him, away and also into the trees like they were swapping places. Like a patrol or something. Maybe it was just his imagination.

"Cerberus"