It was just after dark and things were settleing for the night. The cubs had been tucked away in the nursery, and the catling, well the catling was out prowling. Sleep had not come easy these past few nights. Night terrors born from fears that the cubs would be taken from her made sure of that.

Her wandering steps carried her out across the lawns to the doors of the stable. Slipping inside.. a nod given to the stablemaster, an indominatable old chinese man named Ou Chi, who claimed to be over a hundred and fifty years old but acted like a man in his early twenties. And the catling was slipping into the stall of her favorite pegasi, a cream colored stallion with sand colored markings, called Lions Roar. Near by his nestmate and offspring slept peacefully while Roar stood guard.

A fond pat to the stallions nose before she moves to get the combs and brushes.

"You and I are alot alike aren't we my old friend?" she whispered to the stallion as she began to brush him. " Niether of us can sleep when theres noone else watching."