Rolled up looking picture perfect

He is a creature of the night, and if it wasn't for his albino puppet, he would be completely hidden from peering eyes that lurked within the darkness. Often times he would instruct the little woman to hide out in the bushes so they could be concealed from unwanted visitors, but now that he was in a pack again, he did not care who saw them. He belonged here as much as any other member did, and he would make himself known among the other members. He has just reached the borderline when he stops in his tracks, his massive neck extending outward as he sniffs into the unknown. He missed being out there on his own at times, it was exciting not knowing what was around every corner. He exhales deeply (a sigh) as he turns away from the borders, a large cloud of foggy mist spilling into the air due to his hot breath. It is then that he sees a flash of silver dart from the shadows, and he turns his body toward the shimmer of movement and puffs out his giant chest. Mevia takes her place beside him, her rosy pink nose flaring as she inhales the scent of the stranger. They both come to the conclusion that this is another pack member. "I know you are there, silent one." He cannot hear the stranger but he knows he or she is there because he just saw them run past a few seconds ago. "Why not enjoy some time beneath the moonlight with me, night lurker." He coos in an attempt to persuade the stranger into revealing themself to Mevia and himself. 




"Neios" "Mevia"