Lake Rodney stars, tell me your stories

As another wolf approached, Charon did not even take note that it was a wolf from Redhawk Caldera. It was mostly Peregrine and Fox that he had associated with the Caldera (he kept forgetting that 'barf face' was from there, too) and they were also the idiots that made his associations with the pack negative. So when someone else approached and woofed to announce their presence, Charon didn't think unkindly right away. As a matter of fact, his latest children had survived some of their most fragile phases and he was in a good mood at having his freedom back. Life was good, for now, and this spring and summer had certainly been a hell of a lot better than last year's shit parade.

This young wolf made him feel compassionate because he had children, too, and he seemed friendly enough. He cast a fleeting glance back at the skies before turning his head to face the young wolf. "Are you out stargazing too?" he asked; he hoped the answer would be 'yes', because he didn't really feel like aborting his own stargaze for a random conversation with some youth, but he didn't mind the company.