Redhawk Caldera Sit still

“A constellation is a group of stars,” she continued, lifting herself to a lazy sit. “Just like your family is a group of wolves. We can see different shapes formed up there in the sky, separate from others.” She wasn’t going point any of these out to him, though. She only wanted to get him to think about it and form a familiar connection.
 
With that, she got to her feet and moved to face all three of the Redhawks she’d been lounging with, and reaching out with one forepaw she dragged her claws across the icy earth to show a shape that represented the relative positions of the four of them, including herself. Once the faint, straight-lined shape was obvious, she dug out a small divot at each of its points. “This one is Raven, this one is Tee-Hee, this one is, you, Fidget, and this one is me. Think of these, and us, as different stars, and think about how you can find shapes like this in the sky.”

She looked for signs of understanding in his young face, but couldn’t resist turning to Raven. “Clear as mud, right?”