The night was getting colder and colder, though still at the more comfortable level. The Pillar's coat was now thickening, readying itself for the coming winter that would soon claim the land. Blue eyes shown through the darkness, looking through the forest for anything that might capture his attention. Sleep would not come to N​ó​ttin this night, for bad dreams had claimed his mind.

He dared not give them voice, just in case they would come to fruition and he would not let that happen. Soft paws stepped kindly over the debris, moving fallen leaves and what greenery still decided to remain. The crisp night air filled his nose, bringing a refreshing sensation to his body that the male fully welcomed. He continued on through a silent world, quietly keeping to himself while the world still welcomed his melancholic company.