Northstar Vale weeping of the stars

A peaceful hush washed over the vale's mountainside as midnight arrived. Tuwawi walked slowly along a well worn dirt path that spiraled up towards the peak, curious about this new land and what it had to offer. The soft glow from an exposed moon, accompanied by a chorus of late summer crickets, illuminated her way skywards. No wolves lived here, as far as she could tell, and this eased her busy mind, which was always seemed to be reeling with the thoughts and memories of a troubled individual.

Her red crown lowered towards the ground to scent for recent tracks. Not a whiff... With an exhausted chuff, she left the trail, moving further into the mountain's thick bramble. Burrs became gnarled in her wild hair, and Tuwawi wondered why she came up here in the first place. As if to answer her question, the vegetation suddenly cleared to reveal a cliff of flat rock, jutting out to overlook the moonlit valley. Tuwawi was not a sentimental wolf, but even she let her jaw drop at the sight - such a vast land, dappled with reflective pools, under the clearest sky she had even had the fortune of gazing upon.

Her head turned to face back the way she came... And pondered, for a moment, if it would be wiser to journey back down to the base for the night. However, a small glimmer in the sky demanded her attention once more, and so she laid down on the still-warm rock, and waited for the show to start.