Little Goat Mountain never stop looking up

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· · · Light drizzle, visibility (roughly two miles), 33 ° F; a few minutes before sunset

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For the past couple of hours, the black Storjford daughter had been sitting on the side of the Little Goat Mountain, tail wrapping itself around the left side of her haunch, as her chin was driven up toward the pastel coloration of the sky, silently admiring the beauty that came with the late sunset hours. The tiny rain shower had come and gone, soaking up her blackened coat while leaving a dewdrops on her withers along the back of her neck and spine. The sun was just beginning to disappear behind the mountain range and play the complex game of peek-a-boo when it fell below the horizon for a couple of hours before lifting itself up the next morning; and whilst the sun was disappearing, the stars came out to play! This was the part that Chumani had been waiting for! She enjoyed watching the stars populate the night-time sky; configuring the old patterns that the black she-wolf had come to known and acknowledge (and while hoping to discover her own constellation someday). 
Oh, look...

Her ears rotated and gently pulled themselves up as her dull green eyes glanced toward the dimming sky, noting the first constellation: Phoenix, as she connected the brightening stars that created a triangular shape on the left, dipped down at the point and at the same time, extended outward like a large wing-span that seemed to stretch across the sky. A smile tugged and pulled at the corners of her lips as the constellation of stars were a welcoming sight of the brand new human year. 

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