A Welcome Storm

"How long have I been here now?" As Valon sits on quietly in a small cave, thinking to himself. "How long have I been like...this...?" He slowly draws his claw to his face, examining it, looking for any sign that this was just a dream, a trick of his mind. A heavy sigh escapes him as once more the there is no sign of deception to what he is. "It would be best to get some food while I can, I should still be night I think."

Valon peaks out from his small cave to check for any signs of his neighbors, before heading out. Though he does not have much he'd like to keep what he can. "I just need to be quick, then right back" Though he has done this many times before, each leap into the living world to hunt still feels like his first. The pressure, the panic, the uncertainty of his return. For but a moment, he hesitates.