sleepless nights

Grimshaw was over it. Over the darkness. Over the fireflies. Over the strangely colored animals. Over it all. Why couldn't things go back to normal already? The strange bugs and animals didn't seem to only plague the south, as he had heard members of the Armada talking about how they were seen all over Boreas and Auster. Grimshaw couldn't help but wonder if Artorias and The Hallows were dealing with the same issues and how they were faring. He could only imagine Art swinging his blade around at the fireflies and the thought made him laugh a bit.

He was outside of the Armada tonight, the moon hanging heavy in the sky as it did every night lately. Nothing in particular had gotten him out of the pack today, but his legs needed a stretch and his patrol had already ended for the night. He should have been in bed, but with the lengthening nights it was beginning to get harder and harder to sleep. He solved this by taking nightly strolls, but even they were getting longer and longer each night.

Tonight would prove to at least be interesting, as a oddly colored, glowing coyote skirted through the forest, weaving in and out of trees leaving a chaser of blue glow behind them briefly. Grimshaw wondered if the coyote had noticed him, blending in with the otherwise darkness of the forest. He stalked after it for some time, coming to hide behind a large tree's trunk as he watched it play in a swarm of blue fireflies.