Redhawk Caldera Fly-by-nights from Riverside

He wanted to know why it was called that. Wildfire shot him a look, then snorted lightly. She couldn't help it. "Did you look at it?" she questioned in a teasing voice. She could only assumed it was called Milky Way because, well, it looked like someone had spilled milk up there among the moon and stars, then done a poor job of wiping up the mess.

"They're pretty, though," she said after his comment about the stars not being particularly special. "And see that one? The brightest one, to the north? That's Polaris, also known as the North Star. If you ever get lost, it can help you figure out your directions, at the very least." Her lips twitched. The stars were more aesthetic than utilitarian, in her opinion.

"It looks like we either just had a new moon or we'll have one very soon," Wildfire observed in the next breath. "I'm not very good at telling if it's waxing or waning," she admitted, once more looking at her companion's face, "and I haven't been keeping track lately. Anyway, that's why the stars look particularly clear and bright tonight; there's not much moon to outshine them."

She lapsed into silence after that, just enjoying the view for a few moments. The temperature was really plummeting now that night had fallen and she began to feel a chill sink into her bones after staying still for a while. She stood to get the blood pumping again, shaking out each cold paw one by one.

Even as she did so, she queried, "So what's winter like?" Her parents and other loved ones had told her a bit about it, though Wildfire wanted to hear what the pack's most seasoned member had to say. She remained standing, though she stilled, her bright gaze warm on Njal's face again.