Wild Berry Meadow he followed

He grinned as Noctura told him he made it sound like stars had paws. He hadn't meant to personify them in that way, although now that he thought of it, it made sense. He had always seen the stars as the souls of the deceased, those no longer with him, the ones he missed. Whenever he'd looked at the stars he hadn't felt so alone and miserable, when he was little and his parents had died. That was how their conversations had come to be.

"The souls of the ones we've lost are out there," he shared. "That's why there's so many." At times he told himself that was why his mother'd died so early; so she could guide him from above, from where she had much more influence over his fate. He looked at Noctura to see if the other thought his words folly or if he agreed in some way.