The night was different from the days within the walls of the Leonile manor. It was quieter and calmer. Although some would blame it for the lack of personnel in the manorial, others thought it was because one would want to relish the gentle, soothing night of nature. At least, that was what Moulin thought.
Within the thick walls of a particular aphrodite's room, the sounds of a deep kiss shared by two people filled the room with a haze of sensuality. It was wholly ignored by a particular fox, sulking on the mattress alone. It's back facing the two lovers intimately embracing each other.
Snow kept growling, pupils irritatingly glowing. He kept rubbing his ears with the soft pads beneath his paws in an attempt to drown out all the sounds. Hopelessly, he whimpered as he sullenly glanced to look at his master.
"We will be leaving soon."
