Redhawk Caldera That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world

One of my favourite "this is completely pointless" games ever!"

Fiadh had never paid much attention to the sky. That the moon came and went several times over the course of a season had evaded her notice, but it all made sense when Clover mentioned it. She followed her sister's gaze and noted the absence of the moon, and suddenly everything clicked into place. Though, how was there a moon in the summer...?

Who cared, thought Fiadh. This had to be how they made moons, and if they made a big enough moon, then maybe wolves from other places would see their moon and visit them!

"Yeah!" exclaimed the yellow-eyed Blackthorn with a great big grin. Then she threw herself with gusto into her snowball, forcing it forward with heaves of her head and neck. "How big d'you think it needs to be?" she grunted between shoves. Right now it came up just to her chest, but the moon had to be way bigger than her, right?