Heron Lake Plateau orange spaghetti sauce

Ignores the weather widget.

The sky was clear tonight, which gave Phox the perfect opportunity to teach Rory (aka @Bat) about navigation using the stars. Actually, one star in particular. It was early morning, the sun still hours from showing its face to the rest of the world, when he howled for her, wondering how many other wolves he would wake in the process. It was possible she would sleep through it, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity on such a good stargazing night.

He spotted Leo above, and he thought of the great cougar that gobbled up unruly children. The bears were visible too, the mother and her cub. Phox craned his neck up at them, watching as if they were about to leap out of the sky. That had never happened, of course, but he always wondered if they might do as much if he did something either very good or very bad.