King Elk Forest the sound of my heart

The night was only fun when one had something (or someone) to do, and as of late, Domi had none of that. Everyday had followed a strict routine — wake up, eat, walk, sleep, eat some more, sleep again — and she was beyond bored of it. In fact, the poor thing had become so lonely, she'd even caught herself talking to the trees to keep herself company. A part of Domi feared that that meant she was following the same mental path as her mother, but the other part was too preoccupied for that to be more than a moment's concern. 

After a full day of searching, Domi finally found herself in the presence of another wolf. Not a squirrel or a bush, but a wolf! Hey there! she called out as she began to trot forward, slowing to a walk once she was a few yards away. It seemed that this was another one of those sky watchers; Domi had never really understood what was so special about the sky herself, nor did she get why wolves chose to devote themselves to a trade so useless. Whatcha looking at, if you don't mind my asking?