The chilly wind whipped the strands of his black fur around as his wolf ran through the forest, the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The stars spread around the sky glittering like small diamonds in the sky.
Tall tress swayed as the wind picked up. He relished in the feeling of wind whipping in his face bringing forth a thrill inside him.
The night was quiet just like how he liked it, there was something about this serene time of the day that made him relax. He's the type of person who likes to stay up late, because in those hours the world is so quiet and nobody expects anything from him.
He could stare at the wall off all things and there wouldn't be any consequences he would have to pay for his actions. It's was so silent and calm, just how he wanted it.