Night Sky was chalking her immunity to the moon up to, hilariously, her name. Clearly Night Sky couldn't be fucked with by part of her namesake, right? Made sense to her, let's not question it further!

She has gone on a hugging spree tonight, and desperately needed a break. As much as she adored physical touch, just bodying people in the street was... tiring, in a way. Like she was giving too much of herself to others.

So she was back in the woods, in a smaller version of her wolf form — more green themed husky than giant wolf then as she patrolled into Gadriel's camp, the familiar scent of him giving her pause. He could see her outline though, just beyond the trees, tail swaying absently; bright green eyes shining in the dim moonlight.