Northstar Vale weeping of the stars

A serene night sky as still as placid waters. Until it began to vomit chunks and streaks of yellow and white, like miserable oatmeal spew, their trails dribbling down the atmosphere's chin. As if wafting the putrid scent, the dust trails emanated from each particle.

With the sky in such a disgusting state, it was sure to attract onlookers. After all, it was not every day that one could make fun of the air above. Though he felt sure that younger saps would be marveling at the "wondrous beauty" it bestowed. If that was art nowadays, his last dump was even prettier.

His weight swayed like a pendulum as he rose from his make-shift den, and his feet carried him through the dark, his eyes well-adjusted to the scarce light. He'd come for the boobies and laughs, of course. He'd considered himself too bored to let this night slip into the peace and quiet.

Eventually, he arrived. There were two wolves, one male, one female, and both young. It was difficult to restrain a scoff as he saw their awkward timidity and bountiful expressions of glee at the sky. He could barf.

"Move aside, dumbo, you're in my seat.", he growled, his voice edged with the wrong side of the bed. "Why you bunch of starry-eyed chicklings staring at the sky? Waiting to drown like a dumb hen from the stars? If it ain't water, it ain't no good. Ain't you ever seen no sky?", he attempted to sit between the two, aiming to sit on top of Kisu as much as possible. "What, you hanging around in hopes of a three-some? Get lost, kid.", he gestured a 'shoo' with one paw.

He attempted to slip the other paw around the female. "There, there, little miss. No need to admire such petty sights. I'll show you my prostate if you ask nice enough.", even he wasn't sure what that really meant. "Your chests are your loveliest feature."