Cricket Creek Bog soar higher than the stars

It wasn't often that she looked upon herself; she saw nothing at first, just the bare outline of her face against the silver-blue of the open sky, then the flicker of her eyes reflected. A shadow shifted above her head and her attention shot away from the glassy surface, zero-ing in on the canine who settled nearby. She did not know how long he had been watching her. Curious nonetheless, Miyax stepped towards the boy — stretching out her hindquarters now as she went — and took up a position a wolf length closer. While she was sniffing at the air she looked away from him, as if interested in a message carried on the wind that did not pertain to her present company; but she gathered his scent as best she could, tasting the cold, and knowing him for the wild thing he was.