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She had returned in quiet, a nail-biting nervous old woman now. What she had done with Howl was irreversible; she wondered how the leaders would take it here if anything came of their time together- and though she wanted them, children, some part of her hoped that they did not come- for she would not be able to bear it if they were torn away from her arms. 

She padded with careful gait through the darkness, eyes turned up towards her namesake which dotted the sky in numbers. The scent of Mahler caught Star's nose and curiosity, and so she turned her path to the source, calling out a gentle chuff in the night when she thought perhaps she saw his ebony silhouette.