Pearl's antennas twitched in the cold mist. Her hand started to ache, holding a lantern to navigate herself in the thick fog up the hill in the Red Forest that led to the base of her tower. Night was her domain, when she was active most. Tilly kept barking at insects, getting cobwebs stuck on her snout. She sighed, leaning down to brush her hand through her fluffy coat. "Not much longer, girl," he murmured to her pet.