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Tiberii · 11/11/2026, 8:31 PM

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The evening was quiet. There was a starkness to the air, as if it were burdened by the cold of the coming winter. The season of darkness was upon them, and it would be particularly rough with the number of new mouths that Dawnbreak needed to feed. There was a melancholic weight, as if the whole of the universe hung heavy upon the peaks of the Vale this evening.

Tiberii could feel it, too.

She'd taken some time to walk — the midnight seemed to be the only time she had to herself. And when she couldn't sleep, she took advantage of the quiet. For a little while, all she could hear was the rough crunching of her paws against the freshly fallen snow ... the soft rustle of her body against the bark of the trees.

But soon, those noises were echoed.

Another soul was out this evening.

She saw him, dark upon dark, but stark against the moonlit snow. A softness entered her gaze. Nóttin? He was alone — why? It was in her nature to worry, and yet ... she was out here too, wasn't she? So she remained as soft as one of her stature could, lifting her ears upward but not choosing to enter his space just yet. Perhaps there was a reason he wanted to be alone.

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