He watched her in silence as she slept, his long, languid body curled to take up as little space as possible. His head tilted up, glancing out the long window of her room for a few short moments before he was simply gone, her window unmoved, the temperature in her room, remaining chilled for hours into the night. He wandered between the spindly dead trees of the stretched wood, his head tilting at flashlights moving about the forest, men in long white suits with tranquilizer guns and nets in hand.<br/><br/>A low hiss of white air fell form his face as he appeared form behind the tree trunks, drawing closer to them, following them silently for some time. His head tilting as they came to a stop, speaking amongst themselves and looking around. He was confused as to what these men wanted in his home. They were not lawmen. He held no fear of them. He held a confusion for their presence. He stood high between a pair of wider body trees, watching them, his head tilting confusedly as one of them slowly drew their light upon him.