Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

Yes, as much as they could be, the shadow answered. 

The nights Crowfeather had walked through would not have been made possible without the guiding light from the cosmos. Even if he had not known where they carried him, he had been lonely and they were always there. 

My family believed I was one of them. A star. It is a sacred honor, they'd said to me. 

Crowfeather was not sure what Germanicus would make of that information. It must have sounded like a children's tale to the stoic guardian. Then again, maybe that's all it had ever been.