Silvertip Mountain A Starry Night

Hope you don't mind me popping in!

FitzDutiful was out, on this fateful night, trying to make sense of life. It had been a stressful few days and his beta was injured, his mate mad with him and everything in the world appeared to be falling down. It seemed to be spiralling further and further out of his control and he needed some semblance of order again. As he walked he noticed Chaska staring at the sky. The grey wolf a sharp contrast the black of the night's sky.

"Hi, what do you see in the stars tonight?" he asked, careful not to make the other male jump. Ever a naturalist it didn't occur to him that a wolf would look at the stars just to gaze. He assumed that others were always looking for meanings too.