The night was quiet.

Well, that was because he strayed far from the village this time. Most- Maybe all- Cryptids were nocturnal, so it was always active during the night time, so he often had to go far from the safety of the village in order for some semblance of peace.

Of course, such was dangerous. Hence why despite this being a time for him to 'relax', he was still on high alert.

Perched on top of a tree branch, he gazed upon the moon, the stars twinkling in the dark sky. Maybe today he could rest, unburdened by the troubles of having to scout for today. Though, there was still a lingering feeling that of unease that crawls through him, perhaps it was because every single of one of them was living a life as a cryptozoologist.

Such is life, he supposes.

He's seen too many, far too many deaths in this line of work. He doubts there would be any change in the far future, let alone near. The second to be made, and the second to go through the agony of losing friends over, and over again.

Maybe this didn't help his habit to shy away from strangers. But what to do? Getting attached to everyone will get you hurt in the end, maybe this was enough.

Lowering his head slowly, he inhaled sharply, his chest rising up before lowering. Suddenly, a noise snapped him out of his daze, his head turning towards the source as he stood up, his hands clutching his robe- Ready to throw it off to free his wings in case it was a threat.