Grey had left for the world of dreams. He wasn't moving much in his sleep, he seemed very peaceful despite everything. He looked warm with his fur and while asleep, his appearance didn't look as scary.
Night was all around, and despite the omnious look of the marsh, there was still the stars, up in the sky, to show some light and hope to those below. There wasn't much movement around the area, it was very calm and silent. only sometimes, the wind blew a lightly cold breeze over the two of them.
The flower were still lit up and producing there warmth and light around. But eventually, the night would come to pass, as the sun rose in the distance, showering it's light into the wood. The flower fade out as the light touch them. A small mist was covering the ground but in the day light, the place sure didn't look the same.
Grey's horn returned to there original position before he finally woke up, slowly and stretching his arms, humidity had taken a nest on him, wetting his fur, wich he quickly shook to get rid of the small drops and sat back to look around him.