Deepwood Weald i kissed a frog at midnight so he sang me a lullaby

The foreigner did not move to close the gap, and this did not bother Marruz. He would have done the same, after all, and he was pleased enough that the wolf would even linger. The sky was a deep hue this night, with stars that shone like minute buttons.

While curious about the stranger, the celestial palette before Marruz fought more for his attention. His indigo and ebony gaze traipsed across the yawning expanse, marred only by the occassional arm of surrounding trees. The night was clear and wonderfully hospitable to the eye. After a moment's pause, he stirred.

"Can you find Orion?" He quested, no less reticent. "This first month to the third is when he'll be most visible."