Hangin out with the group.

Tails was headin to the place where all the changelings hang to check things out. She was wide awake and a bit cheery.

Midnight lay hidden by her raven-velvet fur in the branches of the large oak tree that overlooked the entirety of the graveyard.

She yawned comfortably, and sunk her claws in and out of the healthy bark of the tree.

Laying her head down between her paws, she closed her eyes, though all her senses still on full alert of any sounds or odors that might be within range.

Tails walked on and after a wile sniffedte air she was nearing the entrance.