Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand bursts of colour

When her gaze first blinks open, she isn't sure quite why. The night is still, and calm, and she is warm huddled in her den. Silence reigns for a few more moments, and then she hears it; the scream of some creature she cannot identify. She gives a little jump, a tiny thrill going through her, before peeling herself from the warmth and comfort of her spot and moving her way through sleeping wolves, the cold slowly saturating her fur. She listens for another call but is distracted by what lies above her instead, the opening the leads to the night sky yawning above her.

The stars seem especially bright, the moon, near full, hangs like a weight in the sky. Slowly she reclines on her haunches, gaze turned upwards as it traces lines of stars, ears pricked to catch any last vestiges of the strange scream