Duskfire Glacier moon song

The scent was strange in its vague familiarity; she knew it, but not where it was from, and the wind had brought it, not a walking-trail. Still, Tunerk was led astray more times than once; she was young, and easy to distract. The form of a wolf caught her attention, and Tunerk boldly lifted her head and stared at the other who was, for the most part, unfamiliar to the cub. But that did not deter her. Tunerk stared long and hard for a moment, and looked to where they looked—and above her was the spotted canvas of the dark night sky, illuminated by the moon and stars.

She was fascinated by the skies dance; she found herself hopping forward, and looking down, as though the star might end up there. And then she simply stared upward, like Nanook, and lept up to catch one. Tunerk was met with the unrewarding, loud click that meant an empty mouth. So, these things were not for eating, or catching; but she found herself wanting to interact with them, and let out an exasperated yap-whine that relayed her frustrations.