Wheeling Gull Isle become the light in the sky

Somewhere else in the isle, also near the beach, with her feet in the sand and her eyes closed as well, the fiery Sveijarn too enjoyed a minute of solitude. She was laying on her belly, her tail curled next to her as between her front legs, like a guarded treasure laid something she had picked earlier from the sea's foamy mouth.
Among the small collection of shells, five or six at most, there was one that stood out from the rest: a pale pink conch that like what suddenly began to happen in the sky, had also taken her breath away.

Though Maera knew little of the sky and what adorned it, she wasn't all that ignorant.
She had witnessed something similar during her travels in the Solstice. For them, this was not a random ocurrence, it was a meaningful phenomenon, a direct expression from the skies that could have several interpretations. Interpretations not just any astronomer could make - for not all of them had the same outlook of life as the wolves of the Solstice.
Not all of them thought that this luminous shower was a message - an omen of chaos or an augury of tranquility.
Hopefully it'd be the second.

And hopefully, she wouldn't have to enjoy this moment alone.
Deciding she was over her self-imposed seclusion Maera brought her nose towards the sky and let a call ring through the air. If it was true that making a wish upon a shooting star statistically made it more likely to come true, she figured making a wish now would make probability sway in her favor. So with her eyes closed and her nose now pressed against the conch she waited to see of her call to @Axolotl and her plead to the skies would be answered.