You can't miss it

It felt a bit more reassuring to know that someone else was just as confused about the state of their little corner of the world. The shards of bark tumbled onto the caps of the mushrooms, slick with condensation from the cool winter air. Even here, the nights had not been warm this winter since the sun rarely rose past the horizon for the past few weeks. He squinted at the mess of tiny splinters that were now scattered across the tops of the gently growing cluster, cautiously dropping his head lower to see if they reacted. Half of them had skittered onto the grass below, dusted with a faint residue that caught the moonlight just so. Perhaps they were also glowing, so faint that it could be mistaken for catching the pale rays cast upon them, but he wasn't interested in getting too much closer to figure it out himself. He dropped his rump heavily onto the ground, opting to digest any of the new occurrences as they came up.

Tipping his head slightly towards the small male at his side, he tilted his auds towards him to better catch the soft timbre of his words. Sota was his name. It suited him, in an odd way. Perhaps the simplicity of the syllables contrasted his intricate markings, or it was a short name for a short fellow. One of those two, or something like them. "I can only assume that once the sky gets itself sorted out, things will go back to normal. My kin folk might have called for a sacrifice by now, but I'm hardly interested in hunting down an unwitting victim at this point." he snorted derisively, a quirk of the corner of his dark maw betraying his amusement as he winked conspiratorially at Sota. Humour was a tenuous strand that he was grasping at desperately in the hopes that it would get him through to the end of this strange season with most of his faculties intact.