Alastor

*Time: Midnight on a Friday night* *Alastor was currently sitting by a fire he made eating some cooked deer. He never slept truely he glanced around*... “Hmm.. Tonight seems quiet. **Too Quiet**.” *He stood up. quieter than a mouse began walking through the forest till he came to a stop at the forest edge*... *he saw a House lights out doors and windows shut*...“Ah.” *he glanced up at the moon* “Well Thank you Faith.”