Something woke the young man from his slumber. Eyes of a golden hue slowly blink open, their depths startling under the faint light that the moon brought over the land. Shifting his head, the heavy set draft stallion found his body rising from the tall grasses of the Prairie to look about himself. He knew something was wrong, but at the current moment his mostly asleep mind could not pinpoint what it was.

Turning his head to the left and then to the right, Noctifer eyed the sleeping herd that he always stuck to the fringes of. He was still new to this territory, but something inside of the pitch black stallion rumbled to life. He was not like his father, but there was this little inkling in his gut that said danger was near. It made him bristle, but as he listened to the land around himself, he could not tell exactly what it was. That was, until he heard voices and scented one not from the territory.

Jerking his head fully up and perking black ears, Noctifer shifted his weight. He should go wake Lir, he really should, but instead he did not. With his front hives moving and his hind end following, the bulky son of Lucifer moved through the open land, his body a shadow against the dark land. It was hard to see him at this time of day, but as he made purposeful thumps with his hooves, one could hear something heavy heading their way. He was not trained however, but at the moment he bluffed a pretty good game.

Crawling out of the wood work and letting his golden eyes land upon August, Noctifer pulled in a breath before letting his bright eyes slide over to the pale stallion. He said nothing for a while, but soon enough the demon son sighed faintly. “Everyone is sleeping.” As his voice rumbled from the bottom of his lungs, he searched August. “Are you alright?”