Porcupine Ridge I'm leaving here tomorrow for a place I don't exist

she finds the familiar constellations soon enough; there is beaver, crooked line, and fishtail. there are lots more to name; including one set she hasn't quite found an accurate title for. it is this she is pondering as the girl makes her way up the ridge, mind turning slowly as she considers. 

it is the nearby hoot of an owl that has her twist, blinking against a sudden wind that tears through her fur. "hello?" she calls into the dark, sensing the nearness of another, but finding no sign off them.