Moonspear boo'ya moon

After nuzzling Galaxy's face Charon settled beside her on the grass, gaze upwards, so that he could behold the stars that she had been watching. He chuckled as she butchered the word and corrected "Constellations" after which Galaxy quickly found the right word too. It was heartening to see her interest in the stars, even though it was also to be expected considering her parentage that she would hold such interests.

She asked what else was up there, and he wondered what she meant. What, besides the stars? Charon had never given it much thought, really. "Just lots and lots of stars," he said as he looked at the stars. "And wolves that passed away. They look over us from up there with the stars." It was a warming thought that his parents — biological and adoptive — were watching over. "What else would be there?" He wondered if she had fabricated a story already, knowing that his children were likely as imaginative as he was when he was little. Charon'd mostly grown out of it, but he was looking forward to hear what Galaxy might be considering.