He hadn't been able to sleep that night. The Jonquille male tossed and turned for what felt like hours before he pulled himself away from the slumbering bodies of his pack mates. He took his time getting to the borders before crossing them. The healer wouldn't be going too far, he simply wanted a night stroll that would tire him enough to find sleep.
His large form brushed against the trees as he passed them, humming softly to himself. The woods seemed eerily silent tonight. Or perhaps he wasn't listening close enough to the world around him. Regardless he hadn't failed to notice the emptiness of the night. Was he the only one feeling restless?
im wrapping up current threads before sending him off.