Lone Star Mountain obloquy of newness

He marveled at the night sky. He always did, how could one not look upon such a night from atop such a grand peak? He half hoped he could convince The Sky to make this their territory, yet it wouldn't be the best for him, he supposed. He liked solitude when he was slušanje. 

Often though, the ex-druid found himself teaching those who didn't know. Himself didn't know many Druids so considered himself gifted. Not smart, but gifted.
'Otići' they say, whispering in his ear, 'pronaći suprug'.
The stars spoke to him in a language they taught him. Sometimes, he found he could speak it. Mostly when alone yet in his dreams he conversed with others -- other Druids -- freely in full understanding of the Star Language.

The sound of paws made his rise to a sitting position, turning to see who approached. He decided he liked what he saw for they seemed full of life and joy. he waved his tail and stood, chuffing in greeting. Myrto perched atop his head, clinging to his furs. She squeaked softly, greeting too.
"Hey there!" He called out, hoping to catch the attention of the other, before padding towards them, his tail swishing in greeting.