Gray paws padded along the desolate landscape, head low, gaze fixed on the ground ahead of him. He walked along silently; he had learned to move like a ghost. The shadows were his friends, for he did not wish to be seen, heard, or bothered. He did not wish for company. Though who would be out here in this godforsaken place at this godforsaken hour aside from him?
He let out an inaudible sigh, coming to a stop before a tree. It looked as if it had been dead for ages, though he knew it only looked like that due to the season. The chill of winter had shaken the life out of it, and it would come back to life once it was warmer. He reared up on his haunches, placing his forepaws on the rough bark. He flexed his claws, slowly scoring the tree. It would be the only sign that someone had come here. He then looked up, and sprang off his hind legs up the tree, eventually climbing out onto a branch at least ten feet above the ground. He stood on it, testing its weight. After deciding it could hold his weight, he yawned softly, laying his form down upon the branch. He rested his head upon his paws, looking down at the ground.
How did it come to this?
No. He did not want to think about that right now. He was too tired, far too tired. He needed sleep. He could not remember the last time he slept. That, and he did not care when the last time he slept was. All that mattered was he needed to sleep now. No one was going to bother him anyway.
Not long after Tristan had settled, Juliette had stumbled along, rather sleepy herself. It was.. uh... Oh, who knew how early or late it was now, all she knew was that: she was bored, she was sleepy, and that she was absolutely gonna get in trouble for managing to squirm away from her parents at this hour. Oh, an- BAM! She had stumbled into a tree.
