Quill looked out into the pitch black night one last time before making sure he had everything he needed.

He closed his eyes and listened until he heard the faintest of rustles and then sounds unlike any heard in the daytime.

The sounds grew closer, though when Quill opened his eyes to peer out again, he still saw nothing.

Silently, he waited, until the sound was nearly to him.

And then he lit the lantern on his patio table, illuminating the late dinner he'd prepared.

He heard the rustle, the noise, and then, there, it grinned-

-famished.