Duck Lake The Tingler

He flicked his tail, dismissing the nervousness in Engel's voice. It sounded as if there was no love lost between Grayday and this man, but it was their business, not Phocion's. Besides, had he not once left his pack for greener pastures? He could not judge.

"That's nice," he remarked casually. "It's good to explore. See what's out there." His nose dipped toward the Valley, its walls foreboding on the dark horizon. "If you need a place to stay, I live over there. My alpha is stern but fair."

Phocion looked up at the stars, so bright tonight without the moonlight to diminish their glow. It was when Fengari was weak that his daughters were strong; they had to be. Someone had to be.

"Triusore," he murmured, flashing his gaze at Engel before nodding up at the mountains just to the south. "The Three Sisters. See them in a row, rising just over the mountain?" They winked back at him as he spoke, a solid trio against the black of night. "They were born triplets, and were so close that they've stuck together for life. They guide our way south, in the midst of winter."

 

he means Orion's Belt. Triusore is pronounced "TREE-u-SO-rray"