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Polaris, Phox replied. It was the name he had been taught by somebody long ago, though he could not recall who had taught him as much. Most of his knowledge came from Sassafrass and Raven when he was still a young wolf. The rest he had picked up from travelers along the way, soaking up any information he could. Some of it stuck, but he was sure plenty had been lost. Hopefully not so much that he would be useless to Rory. Trying to think of the best way to make sure she had the right star picked out, he looked around for anything useful. Something that would contrast with the snow... and then he spotted the jackpot: pinecones that had fallen, but hadn't been buried just yet.

Here, watch this, he said, plucking the cones up one by one and arranging them in the little bear's constellation. Seven stars made up the figure, and the very tail end was Polaris. He pointed to that one with his paw, then let his gaze rest on the constellation above. That's the little bear, and the tip of his tail is Polaris, he explained. The big bear looks almost the same, but as you might have guessed: bigger.