Nimbus Summit The numbers don't decide, the system is a lie

Cyril yawned and stretched down into a laying postition. "I agree with ol' pops," he said tiredly, spreading out. He rolled over onto his back to look up at the mountian, pointing directly up to the myriad of stars. With one last upside-down sweeping glance of his family to make sure they were alright, he curled himself back onto his stomach, crossed his paws, and drifted off.