Midnight rolled his eyes. I'll leave you two alone.' he thought and trudged off. "I'm going hunting." He said. If it always got boring, why did she agree to stay- oh whatever. The fact is, Midnight hated people. He trudged on, sniffing out the land. Which was his territory. Screw it, nobody cares about borders in Loner land. He narrowed his eyes and met eye contact with a crow. It let out a caw, before fluttering off. Midnight stepped back, deeply disturbed by the bird.