Wapun Meadow testing the compass

In her minds eye, she pictured what he described. A cold, white landscape. It sounded...dull. Until night. Turning her head his way as he spoke of colors dancing upon the sky, with thousands of stars twinkling. "Wow...that...must make up for it." She moved her eyes away and up towards that same sky above them. Only here, tonight, the stars were faint. She frowned softly. "There's always been something about looking up...at the heavens that's made me feel at peace..."

Her glacial eyes slid shut in a lapse of contentment. Of memory. When she reopened them, she resumed walking. The sound of two sets of paws  crunching against the snow broke the silence that stretched in between their exchange of words. Without realizing she was inching closer to his mahogany side, she asked. "Do you miss it? What...made you leave?"