I don't feel enough for you to cry
here's a lullaby to close your eyes

As the shroud of night quietly crept across the sky, so too did the unearthly black stallion creep from his hideaway. The densely packed trees around him hid the haunted stallion from what little remained of the day's light. Though Spring had arrived, the night air around him still had a crisp chill to it, inviting him out from his tree stump.

"We musn't forget." The ghosts whispered to him, and he nodded in agreement, wondering momentarily how he could be so foolish. Quietly, he dipped his head back into the stump to grab the dead badger, a few maggots falling from its mouth as he lifted it from his bed. Kradle turned and brought the decaying mammal with him, trotting away in glee with his partner.

The ghosts that wailed in his ear drums did nothing to distract him from his stroll, somewhat silent as he moved through the foliage so as not to scare away a potential meal. Hungry eyes gazed at the birds sleeping within the tree tops, his mouth watering as he cursed at them in his head for having to be so far out of his reach. At times, it was tempting to just eat the badger, but he dared not feast upon his only friend, especially one so wisened by death.

Kradle slowly walked through the forest, peering around him for any sign of something to eat - it was one of the down sides to hating daylight, unfortunately. Most creatures were hidden away sleeping now, save for a few nocturnal animals that for now remained illusive to him, though he tried his best to search for them.

Setting the badger down on a rock, he stared into its dead eyes, silence hanging between them momentarily.

"I agree," Kradle finally chimed, "there aren't enough things to eat tonight, shall we see what the forest has to offer for decoration? Your bed surely could use more pine needles and berries, correct?"

No sound came from the badger, but Kradle sat there patiently anyways, his ears pricked as if he was listening closely to a conversation.