Health always found it easier to travel in the night.
Dark, red stained fur never stuck out, she rarely needed to bear teeth. Was simple. Why would she want to defend herself to those who fussed in the day - they never understood. Never got the hunger, the pain of lack. They did not feel their ancestors memories, and thoughts thrum through their body's like Health did.
So Health moved stealthily, always quietly, teeth bared and eyes wide, watching - ever watching - in case she had to defend. A loud pounding filled her ears, the sound of hooves on the ground. Another who cherished the darkness, the night?
She wasn't sure, but she would wait. If she had to, she would bite.
It wasn't like she was shy to the flesh of others.