Arrow Lake Gone fishing

"Well, I'm certainly no expert," Qamar chuckled, her mouth tugging upwards in a wry smile. "But there was this one star to the south, brighter than the others, that stuck out to me each night. I kept my nose pointed towards it while I traveled in the dark, and it led me here."

It seemed a star of fate, then, for if she hadn't followed it she may very well be somewhere else at this moment. Qamar had heard other wolves howling in these Wilds; she knew Ryujin was not the only pack here. But it was her pack now, and likely in large part due to that star.

She looked at Noctura, intrigued. "Do you know if that star has a name? I'll point it out to you, one night. It's very hard to miss."