Broken Antler Fen Go ahead, make my day

Her tail gave a single wag when he affirmed her answer, then fell still again when he pushed her to fill in another blank. Wildfire licked her lips, then said, "West," a bit more confidently than she had said its counterpart's name, east. "The sun sets in the west and rises in the east. Right?" She had that part down pat now.

"What about the moon?" she queried next, her inner Naturalist showing. "Does it do the same thing? And," she continued, eyes casting left and right as she thought out loud some more, "isn't there something called a North Star?" Hadn't her mother mentioned that in one of her myriad of stories? The memory was fuzzy at best. "If it's the North Star, does that mean it rises in the north? Or sets in the north? Or both?"