Blackfeather Woods happiness is a warm gun

Moonshadow had a soft smile as the other spoke and she was intrigued to say the least and hung onto every word her pack mate spoke and gazed upon the sky to see what she was talking about. The stars held shapes and she saw how happy Tundra was when she spoke of the stars. “Yes I know who she is and that’s amazing. I never knew that before.” She took a mental note of everything that was said. She looked up to see what she had been talking about. “I think I see it.”