Dragoncrest Cliffs oh, for the night to come again

The Geminid Meteor Shower is upon us!  Set for last night, 12/15.

He couldn't sleep.  The black-faced wraith had amassed an army just overnight; their howls now reverberated through the cliffs and caused his blood to boil from all the rage his body contained.  He felt like a failure, but he was sure that Ephraim would feel worse — in some way, Tux understood that the sound was to Ephraim what the cliffs were to himself, and the thought of losing them was too painful to shoulder.

He stood, uncurling himself and stretching before something bright streaked through the sky and caught his attention.  The storm from earlier had cleared — at least for now — and allowed a view of the meteor shower that he might have otherwise missed.  His heart beat a little faster, ears pulled to attention as another meteor clawed its way into the atmosphere.  He moved to the highest point of the cliffs, smug that he'd have a better, closer view than any of those fools in the sound beneath his paws, and rested upon the cold rock to enjoy the view.