Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

His ears twitched in response to the foreign, exotic words that sprang from Lasher's tongue. He liked the sentiment, even if Peregrine wasn't sure he believed in such things. He smiled, then quite suddenly relaxed backward into the grass. He sprawled with his four legs crooked in the air, his underside on display and his snout pointed at the stars. The view was better for him (and Lasher had good one all his own).

After admiring the way the sky curved away as far as the eye could see, Peregrine murmured, "What if we're really just in some giant bubble and the stars are just holes or something? I guess that's nowhere near as pretty as your legends," he mused, turning his face sideways. His jade eyes danced in the dark. Turning his muzzle skyward again, he continued, "They do look particularly bright tonight. If your ancestors are dancing, I wonder why..."