Whitefish River find me in the moonlight

He was a bit surprised to be taken up on such an offer right away. Usually, the young were very set upon their paths. But perhaps Moonstone was a little older than she looked, or perhaps she'd been on her own a little longer than he'd guessed. Either way, she seemed eager to join him, and Grayday wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

This time, he did laugh, though he stood all the same on her insistence. "The trees," he confided as he led Moonstone back to the plateau. "We've got trees like you ain't ever seen before. And we're closer to the stars, too."

His head tilted to the side as he remembered something his father used to say. Grayday, lacking the imagination for that sort of thing, had never been able to understand it. "When you look at the stars," he asked, hesitating a moment. If this was just another one of his dad's silly stories, he stood to lose a bit more than his pride. The pack needed numbers, after all... but maybe, it wasn't so far-fetched. He'd never put too much stock in curses, either, but he seemed to be caught in the midst of one all the same. "Do you see pictures?"