The moonlight had little to no trouble seeping through the canopy, laying patches of silver along the ground. A full moon, Dallon's favorite time of the mount. He preferred the night life as to the day simply for the fact that it was cooler and easier on his eyes. The gentle giant would wander aimlessly in search of fascinating soquili. Whether he approached or not was based on if the other spotted him. He wasn't the kind of stallion to meddle in another one's business but Dal was curious. Fangs, talons, unusually long tails, fluffy ears, all these differences from himself got his mind turning gears.
Dallon stepped with light feet, playing a small, childish game with himself as he stepped around the patches of moonlight, careful no to step on any as if they were toxic. His mind was so concentrated on the task at hand that he lost track of time, of direction, of everything. He finally raised his eyes up from the leaf and twig covered ground to find himself in a more thinned part of the forest, where trees spread out to give more space for their guests.
