Heron Lake Plateau Stars come swimming out of the horizon.

When no horrid smell came to assault her fledgling senses, Phoebe squeaked with relief. At least that was the intent behind it, not that she attached any particular note of displeasure to it. At least now she could have some certainty that Vasa was evidently not so near... and that said rear was not positioned anywhere near her face. Resting her head again, she opted to press closer to the downy furs of her mother, but did not quite search yet for food. The puff of air was soon slipping from her mind.