Bayeux has a favourite spot in your territory, a place he strolls off to on moonless nights, as the rest of the pack slumbers. You turn an amber eye to watch his feet pass by where you lie, and decide to follow him.
His scent leads to a clearing in the trees, atop a high rock. You scale the structure, and see him stand up in surprise at the sounds, before relaxing upon seeing your face. He moves from his place in the centre to give you room, and you lay down next to him. The stars weave a winding picture of blues and violets, ever so far away. Only your quiet breathing pierces the still night, as two pairs of eyes stare into the endless sky above.
Bayeux greeted you normally the next morning, nodding at you before heading off with his group. No words were spoken that night, and none needed to be.
Gathering Lunar Butterflies
Hunter 
Hunter