Finally Sergeant Ebonshield had come in, quiet as a mouse, at almost four in the morning. Artemis had barely even heard her; there was just the quiet fluttering of leathery wings. She was noisier than a pegasus trying their best to be silent, but not by much. Plenty of Artemis’ own kind made a lot more noise when flapping about. Anyway, she clearly must have had a good time to have stayed out so long -- and so late.