Heron Lake Plateau Giant's milk

Something bumped into him, and he peered down to find little Fenton squeezing into him. He glanced back at the den, expecting Fig to come barreling out any moment, but it seemed Fenn's brother was still fast asleep along with Towhee. Maybe he was deaf, too.

Hey, little one, he said, bending down to lick the top of her head. His gaze returned to the stars, picking out the constellations one-by-one and quietly reciting their names under his breath. They comforted him in some strange way, although he could not tell anyone who asked why that was.