Different skies

Emile liked the nighttime. Not because of the gentle noises of a nocturnal world, not because of the stars or moon that lit the sky with their pale yellow light, not even because it was cooler than the weather of the days... But because it meant he was more likely to be alone. He's geared his life to being out in view of others as little as possible, of course, he couldn't avoid everyone all the time, and his herb hunting meant he didn't always get to be out after dark but when he could help it he preferred to move around when most wolves had retired to their rooms or dens and he had to worry about being in their ways less.

It was one of the few times he could well and truly breathe easy while outside his room, relax even. He'd finished up his gardening for the day and Emile had decided tonight was a great night to simply lay under the stars. He picked his way carefully to an area of the plains few wolves seemed to den in and settled himself onto his stomach, laying his head on his paws and letting the ambiance of the night roll over him, a rare contented sigh escaping his lungs.

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