Lost Creek Hollow i walk in the cemeteries of this city at night

taurus, the bull. merrick was not sure what a bull was. he knew what a bull moose was, for instance, but this seemed different. however, the young coywolf swiftly determined that the content of a constellation was of less account than its shape, and gazed fixedly at the cluster of stars until he had committed it to memory.
"who taught you about the stars?" came his next inquiry, quiet but direct. perhaps that was indra's mark upon his upbringing — she was not a flowery creature, and so neither was it in her son to be such.