Whitefish River It was the night before,

As the stars twinkled above, he could almost swear he saw a falling star shoot across the sky. It was brief, and he blamed the mild distraction of an approaching individual that stole his attention for a moment, but he could swear he just missed a wish.

Not expecting any company tonight, most had their children to attend to or someone to cuddle up to - and so it was a mild surprise to hear his name called out by Speedy of all people. Turning to greet the healer with a pleased, gentle smile and a wag of his tail. Splendid. He sang softly in reply. Thanks to a certain medic. With a playful bump of his shoulder against hers, he knew she would not accept the praise as usual - "it was her job" she would say, but Speedy was well deserving of all the praise she would get.

Out for a stroll in the moonlight?