(apparently not.)

Night smiled. *im not creative. you pick.*

Foxley
As she slept, she purred in her sleep,knowing that she's safe with Warren. But, she never expected this to happen. During her slumber, she started to change.

" I saw... flying ... range." He hadn't try to get in at the time but now that she mentioned it, maby it would be a good place to bring her. He lightly tug her in the direction he though the place was. " let's ... look"

She followed as Neil lead her forward. Her wings quavered slightly with anticipation. She hadn't been outside since maybe before the last time she had tried to escape, though she couldn't remember when that was.

His memory seemed to be right and they eventualy went where she wanted to go, strangely there was grass in the area maby he was getting his memories confused with time possibility but he woudn't complain. It took him a moment to open the door, not having tumbs was somtime anoying, but he eventualy managed it as well.

They came to a stop and Lilith heard Neil struggle with the door for a second before it opened. She felt warm air circle around her, ruffling her feathers slightly. She breathed the outside air deeply then sighed a content sigh. She took several steps forward and felt grass beneath her claws, which filled her with vigor. She carefully slipped her wing from the grasp of Neils' tail and took several more steps onto the grass. She stood there for a moment before she fell to her knees and began to roll around on the grass giving happy chirps.

The open field was bringning him back memories or premonitions from others time lignes, he could hardly tell anymore, of a time when things were less complicated. He let Lilith have her fun in the grass while he settle to simply observe from the side ligne.

She stopped rolling in the grass suddenly and flattened herself to the ground. She looked like a cat ready to pounce, her tail even flicked slightly and her ears flicked back and forth.

He tilt his head, wondering what she was doing. His tail twitching slightly, by habbit and not due to any types of fealing in perticular .

She gave a low growl and quickly bolted in the opposite direction of Neil. She clicked her beak happily as she ran about 30 feet and turned sharply and ran back towards Neil. Before she ran into him, she turned sharply again and ran in another direction.

(She is basically acting like a large cat at this moment)