Erebus patrolled the Nightingale grounds, black feathered wings tucked tightly against his sides. His dark nebula pattern swirled along his sides and into his tail, the scales along his spine echoing their coloration.

He raised his muzzle into the air, scenting his packmates, sorting them out as he made sure all was well. One stronger, less familiar scent stood out, and he paused for a moment as he drew the scent in through his nose and over his tongue. A female dracarae. A few moments later, he could see the flickering lights, ebbing and flowing unnaturally. Curious, he turned and padded silently towards it.