Wapun Meadow stars, they come and go

He had taken her answering his call for knowledge of the night's wonder, and he bowed his head for a moment, feeling a sharp pang of sudden homesickness. Oh, to hear a Nyx blessing in return! He turned his blue eyes to her face once more, the smile slowly coming back to his face. 

"It is what my tribe calls the longest night, the winter solstice," Phocion explained. "As creatures of the night, all wolves should honor Nyx above all other evenings." He glanced ruefully at the dark sky, blanketed in clouds. "It is not as bright as it could be. Very unfortunate."

Phocion dipped his head to her, suddenly remembering his good manners. "I am Phocion, recently settled in a valley to the north of here. Is this your home?"

Her voice had not helped solve the mystery of her familiar face. Perhaps she simply bore a passing resemblance to an acquaintance of his, or maybe she had walked through his dreams.