The people in Feldspar might have slept less well if they had known that one of the Huntsmen on night watch was blind.

On the other hand, darkness was no problem for him. Fox felt the tiny, faint presence of assorted animals out there, dotting the landscape much like he was told stars pinpricked a black sky. Most of them were in burrows just under the surface, sheltering deep where the sand was still warm, as the night air dropped to below-freezing temperatures. Fox was wrapped in his cloak and a thick fur blanket as he slowly patrolled the outskirts of the settlement. He was searching for … Well, nothing. An absence of feeling, the lack of a soul, the yawning void that heralded a creature of Grimm.

Then he noticed another mind out there. A person. No one should be wandering in the desert alone, especially at night. Whoever it was, their consciousness was dim; it could have been someone sleepwalking, a deadly habit in these parts, if no one was looking out for you. Fortunately, Fox was looking out for everyone tonight.

And it seemed he wasn’t the only one. He picked up another consciousness, following the first. One he knew very well.

“Velvet,” Fox sent. “Where are you going?” Fox was already heading for her position.

“I’m following Edward,” Velvet said. “I think he’s sleepwalking or something.”

“You didn’t think to say something to the rest of us?”

“How?”

Fox’s Semblance came in handy, particularly with his team, giving them a unique strategic edge in combat. But the drawback was that no one could communicate with Fox until he initiated contact and kept the connection open.

- RWBY: After the Fall, Chapter 4