Kintla Flatlands The stars laughing at our mortal foils

In truth, while Echelon did know a fair amount about the night sky, she was more geared towards the weathery side of things. She understood what subtle changes in regards to temperatures and humidity meant, what they would bring or wouldn't bring. It was hard to gauge so far what the coming season would bring them, though it had become much warmer than she had expected already.

"Enough," she stated, her one word answer no doubt more of a difficult hurtle than anything. Her gaze tore away from the sky to regard the once again skyward profile of her companion, as though to imply she was curious of what the darkly coated she-wolf would know.