Luna's eyes shot open, her ears sensing noise. She'd inherited her late father's keen sense of hearing, and something was telling her that there was some sort of creature awake in the house. She turned her eyes over to Rolf who was sleeping soundly beside her, and decided not to wake him. Carefully, she moved his arm that wrapped around her stomach, and moved off the bed, her curiosity getting the better of her, as it often did. Throwing another glance back at her husband, she opened the door quietly and tip-toed to the hall, her ears on alert.
Straightening out her light blue nightie, she moved across the hallways, hearing strange noises again, ones that she couldn't quite make out. But Luna was certain that they were coming from below, and so she made her way to the staircase, stepping down slowly, hoping not to disturb whoever or whatever was in the house. Her eyes wide, she scoped out her surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything really.