The darkness, if anything, scared Bones. Sure, the lights were often unstable - they flickered and dimmed down, only to brighten abruptly and with very little warning - but they hadn't been out for an extended period of time before. It made doing even the smallest of things absolutely impossible, and it didn't help that Canis was littered with bones.

His den was small and the scent of blood still lingered to the walls: it was his only marker of where his sleeping spot actually was. Leaving it was a hassle - his paws clumsily stepped and tripped over the skeletal remains of rats. Briefly did his nose bump against the elephant skull that lay close to his little enclave and he cringed away at the thought of the numbat and his untimely abandonment.

That said - it seemed as though everyone had gone. As Bones pricked his over-sized ears he heard very little, even the faint scuttling of rats in the distance was faint and close to unnoticeable, but it was a sound nonetheless - if the only one that seemed to be in Canis right now. It wasn't the first time darkness had shrouded Canis, and Bones was close to thinking it was hardly going to be the last.

If so - he had better get used to it.

He limped away from the wall, away from his den and his paintings. He could very faintly see the outline of the stalagmites that littered the area; the peculiar arrangement of alien bones that clustered in piles at random around Canis. How was he supposed to grab a bite in these conditions anyway?

Stepping carefully and minding what was around him, the lanky dog began to make his way towards the dens where the rats made their home, but upon arriving, stopped. In silence, he sat back on his haunches and began listening and sniffing, waiting for something - anything - that would let him know if something were nearby.

Astaroth snarled and jumped into the middle of a pile of bones, knocking it over and catching a few of the red rats that ran out, he had seen one dash in that he was catching and guessed that there was a den made in it, he was right he thought as the little rats scurried out, trying to escape the flashing jaws of the creature hungry for their blood. When he had killed enough for a hood meal he stood straight, licking his chops as he collected the rats he had killed, gripping them by the tails and hanging them from his mouth. He sniffed and just barely caught the scent of an unknown creature amid the tang of blood. He swerved his head, trying to see the creature but not sure where to look from the scent being diluted by the scent of the rats' blood.
"Speaking."
Thoughts.
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