Nyte was sleeping when a sudden sound woke him and put him straight on guard. His ears pointed back and he crouched low to the ground with the finesse of a panther. His violet eyes glowed beautifully as he watched for the approaching person.
Occasionally, Sullivan enjoyed a leisurely night time stroll, and this happened to be one of those evenings that just begged for it. Clad in dark cloth that kept his body warm in the almost frigid winter air, he moved slowly and near-silently across the ground with no real destination. He simply enjoyed the silence and cold.














