Northstar Vale weeping of the stars

So entranced by the stars was Tuwawi, that she didn't even notice another wolf on the cliff until he made his presence known. Storm grey eyes flashed in the dark to find his voice, only to leave her breathless when she did. Tuwawi immediately jumped to her feet as she inhaled sharply, stunned by the creature before her. Slate colored fur. Marbled yellow eyes. Njal?! Was it him? Her jaw moved but no words came out. She choked on her thoughts, unable to wrap her head around the idea that he traveled so far East to be with her. It was completely unbelievable — a miracle! Her chiseled expression softened as she took a step forward, to be with him. Under these perfect stars. Now. Forever.

However, the delusion was not to last. The twilight had played its tricks, and as the ember's eyes focused, Njal became lost; replaced by an average looking man who didn't resemble her aokkati in the least bit. The disappointment in the air was palpable as Tuwawi's dark lips creased into a frown. What had he said? Something about the stars? "S-sure," she replied, absent from the present and not quite certain what he had asked in the first place. Her thin face turned back to the valley with a wistful gaze, hungry for days gone by, and wishing she hadn't squandered them. More time. That's all she had wanted.

Suddenly, the stars began to fall.