Redhawk Caldera two minutes to midnight

He never cared much for the skies or the weather as a pup. Nightjar was all about the physical world and action. The heavens were out of reach, something he could never alter with any act he committed, so he had paid them almost no mind when he was young. The weather could not be tempered and he only cared about it in the present, anyway. He went about his life this way, caring only about what existed in the present moment, and nothing further.

That night he was just returning from a late night border patrol. He'd caught the scent of coyote earlier but was unable to find the perp, and decided to leave that hunt until the morning. With a mighty yawn, he crested the last rise to the lake, where he preferred to spend his nights, and only noticed the stars above when he stopped for a drink and noticed their reflection.

Tipping his head back, the variegated Redhawk watched the stars shoot across the sky in bundles. What? he wondered, and felt a squeezing sense of foreboding in his chest. What could make the stars fall like that? Surely it wasn't anything good, and his bad ear twitched as he rocked back on his haunches to watch with an uneasy grimace. The only wolf that he knew of who might have been able to shed light on that was Wildfire, who had once cared a lot about what secrets the sky held, but she wasn't around anymore thanks to him.

Oh well, he thought, and wondered if somewhere in the world, she was watching the same star show and telling her pack mates what it all meant.