

Night watch. She likes her nest, but she likes this too—the cold chapel silence, the way the shadows paint trails for her eyes to follow. Always roving, moving, watching, and there's plenty of opportunity for that here. Moonhigh sharpens the world, focuses it into logical planes of light and dark—polar to the stained-glass complexities of the day.
" Small wonder one of Hawthorne's hasn't taken a swing at us yet, "
she muses into the steady silence, each word punctuated by a small puff of steam. @Wolf is her companion for the evening's duties, one she doesn't mind but for his unfortunate name—he'd seemed quick enough on the draw when she'd pinned Timber. Sharp enough, too; it'd seem the simple act of confronting the oak-dipped stranger had revealed many shades of ShadowClanner. Reaction alone could be so telling.She watches him now, in fact, out of the corner of her eye. Direct eye contact can be distracting, sometimes, picking out the particulars of color and shape and expression.
" But perhaps not. "
Vampire's gaze flicks back to the silent sprawl of the pocosin, moonlight coalescing and breaking on the stagnant water. " I have never known them to be quite so proactive as that, after all. "
