Fox's Glade some internal desire

It was a clear night, and he'd spent so much time studying the local inhabitants that Tulimaq hadn't sought out anything to eat in a few days. He felt confident in his abilities nonetheless, and traipsed through the trees—still less mindful of his potential hunting opportunities as he stared fixedly heavenward. The stars filled the sky. There wasn't a single cloud to block his view; from time to time he'd duck or weave around a hanging branch, and as he walked he imagined the stars linking in to shapes. A wolf's head, a bear, the flowing of a deer herd dancing across the sky—nothing real of course, but he imagined that the world held much more wonder than it did. Eventually his neck grew sore, and so he stopped staring so avidly and, soon enough, was tracking an idle scent among the fallen leaves.