Porcupine Ridge wo mögen sie wohl morgen sein

“Rusalka,” she repeated the name, moving her soft lips to pronounce each letter correctly. “I did not hear of it before.” She had no knowledge of such pack around here; was it new? Or maybe she simply did not explore far enough to meet them? Whatever the case was, she continued to ascend, taking a moment to glance up to the sky.
 
“A fellow star-gazer,” the corners of her lips tugged up into a smile. Aside from her cousin, Agana did not meet anyone else who shares her love for the little lights that filled the night sky. Not many are interested in them; some may even find them boring. “What is your name?” she needed to know to address her properly.