Rayne looked down at the world below her, the abode of the gullible. There was something funny about the way these people drew back into their lairs at night, as if scared of the dark. The forest was a safe place. Sure, there were wolves at night, but they didn’t bother you unless they were hungry, you just had to know how to avoid them. In many ways, the night was when Rayne felt truly alive. It was also the only time when she could see. Perched high up on her tree, Rayne felt safe, she was after all-

‘Excuse me, miss Rayne?’

_Another pesky fox? When will they ever learn?_

‘Yes, my dear. What brings you to my humble tree tonight?’

The fox broke into a sly grin, baring its teeth. ‘Oh wise owl! I found a tree on the other side of the forest today. It had a lot of grapes you know. But, it was too tall for me, so I assumed...