There was a rhythm to the sound like words being chanted. As the chanting became louder Fair became more relaxed until he felt a trance close in soft and warm around him. He could swear he heard footsteps. Off a ways he could hear an owl hooting and wondered how small varmints were faring in the light of the moon. Owls were prime predators and a night like this was perfect for snaring voles and other nocturnal critters.
Anika. Age: 24.
Brighty proved his worth at that point and headed of toward the chanting sound.
Gia. Age: 22.
The animal definitely showed his pride. For a brief instant he felt himself soaring on the wings of his high until his attention was snapped back by a noise. He turned his head slightly and eyed the intruder. He still could feel the amazing pleasure of that surprise.