I am almost certain I am never truly alone. There is always eyes somewhere, looking upon my form, if not directly, then indirectly. I have noticed the smallest of creatures that live in a world that must seem so large to them, with their own eyes so small, yet since they are everywhere, I find that I am never alone indeed. There is always something. Life seems to be teeming everywhere in the home we call Glorall. I do know on this day that falls to night, that my blood and flesh is with me. My very sister is around. I can feel her presence just as I feel the calm, salty wind between the strands of my fur. She is a girl most perfect, just as my brother Judas. We were all born from Mother at the same time. We eat and breathe together. Her very aura clings to the air like sunlight. This is how I know she is coming to me on this darkening night.

My eyes of violet and blue dash towards the lighter form of my sister. I do not raise my form from the laying position that I find comfortable. I wish her to join me. To stay up and see the night to the fullest. I find a cheesy grin crawling onto my face as she approaches. My tail cannot help but wag as she comes closer, her own eyes fixed on my form, and I cannot stop myself from being happy that my other sibling has come to be with me on this night.

Her elegant beauty comes to my side, her touch gentle and soft just as her own silver-touched fur. I find my paw reaching out, my arm wrapping around her shoulders as I aim to have her come down close to the Earth with me, to lay next to me close as the sun says its final goodbyes. If she does fall, I will certainly not resist the urge to lick her ear, to clean it and free it of any debris from this wild world. I will be delightfully content if she decides to remain with me, and I hope that she will agree to do what I wished to do on this night, as the ocean continues to lap endlessly in the distance.

"My sister, Do you wish to stay with me on this night? Out of the den. I want to see the night through, to watch the sun rise without missing the night. Will you accompany me?" I ask softly into her ear, wishing to pull her closer to me as the wind is chilly to the touch. I do not wish her to be cold, and physical closeness is a thing we have learned from our ever silent mother.