Lost Creek Hollow the carriage ride

he rose to lie alongside her, and though heat prickled beneath the fur of mona's cheeks at the brush of his pelt, she remained composed. "constellations, mainly, but i can't really recall the names these days." that and she had only ever been fond of the beauty of stars, not their lore necessarily. still, she lifted a paw in gesture to a four-squared shape with a long arc coming out of one end. 
"i'm told that's the big dipper," came her soft voice, teeth flashing in a smile, "but don't ask me what a dipper is."