Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

“Well…” Olive began in a low, humble inflection. The true answer was that, well, Olive didn’t know. There were many creatures of the world who held within themselves innate knowledge of the skies, and not all of them were wolves. Once the tempest met a feisty tern [on its interminable migration to their breeding grounds in the Antarctic] whose knowledge of the vast universes above them astounded her. It seemed that, without even looking, the wild capon could determine which quadrant the moon fell into; but this made sense after all, as his kind biannually charted their course and migration schedules based on the placement of the stars. His knowledge was more of a practical kind, while her knowledge was more of an energetic inclination and observance. Both held a strong place in this world.

But she did know a little bit.

“The stars don’t move around like our moon does, so I like to find a constellation and memorize the stars that surround it. If you know the constellations, you can find anything – even the ever shifting planets. There are other ways, of course, but they’re a bit tricky… and I’ll be honest, you’ll find many wolves more skilled than I.”  The femme tossed Birk a greyscale grin, wanting to show him that there were things she didn’t know about the sky too. She could not fault him for his delightful ignorance; everyone was a genius in their own way, and you can’t judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree.

 “This month the moon sits close to Taurus, a group of stars that resembles a bull. See? There are the horns, lowered and ready to charge… and his legs are curled underneath his body, like we caught him in the midst of an assault.” She felt the need to demonstrate, so Olive giggled and enthusiastically lowered her feathered head and made a playful jab at him with imaginary horns, one leg curling underneath her in the manner of a charging ungulate.