Silvertip Mountain Star Spangled Child

It was later in the day when Odie slipped out of the den quietly and out into the open.  The pup had always been rather curious as too what happened at these hours when she was normally sleeping, but now she saw.  It was beautiful, epic, gorgeous and magical.  The stars.  They twinkled above her, as a soft breeze rushed past the wolf pup.  The Stars did not sway as she did though, they just twinkled in the night.  "Wow."  Odie whispered, taken aback by the beauty of her world, despite the locusts invasion, the locusts could and did not touch the stars above, so she could just sit and stare at them.

Odette felt a sense of security staring at those stars.  They were something certain in this confusing world of hope and grief.  The stars would and could not leave, they were not pushed around, they were certain, ever so certain.  Odette loved that.  Her eyes then flicked to the glowing shape of the moon.  It looked like it was a haff circle tonight.  Odette sighed, sitting back on her haunches.  She wished this night could last forever, bathed in moonlight.