Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

Veteran finally unearthed the caribou haunch, meager and stale. It had seemed bigger in his memory... his neck had been sore for the rest of the day, after he'd dragged it here to the cache. He set the haunch down with a hopeful look at his sister, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was barking up the wrong tree seeking praise from her. She didn't much like giving out praise these days. Wayfarer was more like mom than she would ever like to admit, and her sharp, judgmental looks in particular held a glaring similarity.

"Uh, you don't have to eat it," he demurred quietly. There were plenty of fresher cuts of meat that he'd unearthed, digging down to his own prize. Wayfarer could have her pick. The pack was certainly not hurting for meat. 

"Hey, do you want to watch the stars with me at our old place on the plain?" Veteran asked, seeking to change the subject. "I know all kinds of new stories now, from staying in the Moonglow camp." Wayfarer was obviously uncomfortable speaking about her own travels, and so they would need some other pasttime. It seemed fitting somehow, to curl up together like they did when they were pups, staring in wonder at the sky as the lights danced overhead. The death of the parent had a way of returning one to their childhood state of being. 

Veteran peered at the sky, looking to assess whether the stars had risen high enough to be identified. By the time they reached their favorite platform on the Plain, he thought they would be just about perfect.

"Our spot is west of here," he murmured to himself, still studying the stars. When the sun was down, clever wolves used the sky to navigate. Veteran wondered if his sister had learned this art, given her penchant for scouting. He smiled when his gaze found the north star.