The sun is slowly setting on the tan stone, casting yellow shadows across the small streams and green foliage. As the day comes to another close the locals put away their shops and taverns, preparing for another night under the dirt. As the shadows begin to drag across the city streets those that wait for night prepare. The world is set in twilight and another time for survival begins. Ria softly sucked in the scent of moist air. "It'll rain tonight." She quietly whispered. "I wonder if the fish will go downstream." Turning her head from her perch on a small overhang she glared down at the nearest stream path. "They're probably too smart anymore." Pushing off the high ledge she landed gently about 12 feet down and pressed her front paws into the soft dust. Popping into a standing position she leaned her body at an angle one way and then another popping her sore back. Turning to walk towards the stream she hopped into the water and splashed it onto her face. "So how will this night go Ria? You tell me." She smiled at her joke and walked up the stream a bit to look out towards the darkening sky. "I think I'm up for a hunt." Sheila sighed softly as a shadow crawled onto her arm. Obviously the time had escaped her and she hadn't realized how late it had gotten. Sliding her finger gently over the blade laying across her lap she twitched an ear at a small noise to her left. Looking to the dust she watched as a tiny cockroach crawled through it. She giggled softly at the strange bug. She wondered how they had changed, if at all. Then she shook her head, trying to shake the silly thoughts from it. It'd been two years if cockroaches were sentient they'd probably have taken over by now. Then she smiled again. Such strange thoughts for her tonight. Lifting the large blade onto her back as she stood she figured she'd find something to do for the night. As hard as that was to do. As she stood she decided to visit the gardens. Hoping they would be lit again tonight. And if not she'd try and find something to light them with.