Whitefish River It was the night before,

As instructed, she looked over to the tall tree and ran her eyes up until they were met with the night sky. Just there was a bright star, like Hieronymous had described. Okay, she told him. I see it.

He continued, describing the four similar stars in a square pattern just next to the bright star. She nodded as he went on. Her eyes moved to the curved line, and she nodded again when he asked if she saw. I know what that feels like, she said somberly, thinking of Castor and how he had disappeared without a trace. She stared at the group of stars he had pointed out, feeling a deep sadness for the mother bear.