You can't miss it

The unending night was beginning to wear on him, the meagre sunrises that never gained much traction. He struggled to keep track of time, and changing patrol shifts were beginning to waver in consistency as the pack fought to keep their sense of each passing day. His frustration mounted with each sleepless night he was forced to endure, the never waning moon casting its pale rays through the tattered curtains of his window and onto the smooth stone floors. So when he was relieved by the next member of the daily (nightly?) patrol, the freedom of having the rest of his day to himself was.. not particularly enjoyable. Lumbering through the castle grounds, the cosmic titan seemed to glimmer eerily. The bluish rays of the moon caught the lighter hues of his pelage, and they rolled like the waves of the sea with each ripple of his muscles beneath his pelt. For a moment he considered returning to his room on the third floor of the castle to rest, but it would only fuck up his sleep schedule further.

It was only when he stumbled upon the petite form of a wolf with rathe intricate markings that he paused. Following the tip of the wolf's dark muzzle, his attention fell upon a cluster of glowing mushrooms. Their light waxed and waned in a relatively steady rhythm, drawing him closer unconsciously. With a small scowl as he approached, he said "Careful, boy. No telling what those things'll do to you." in a low, rumbling voice. It was only when he had drawn nearly abreast of the other wolf that the scent finally wafted up into his nostrils. Ah, fuck. This was most certainly a grown adult, despite his diminutive stature. Insulting packmates was certainly in character for him, though he wasn't certain he should be making enemies so soon. Best to do some damage control. "Er... I thought you were a child, my mistake." he grunted, glancing over and down at the other wolf. A short pause, his brilliant gaze trained on the fungi growing in a tight cluster at the base of the tree in the courtyard. If he were a more spiritual man, he might have called them magical. Instead, he continued to frown at them. "What do you think is making them crop up like this? The moon?" he questioned softly without looking over, entranced by the gentle ebb and flow of the bioluminescence.