Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

"Okay," Veteran agree readily to sharing, liking much better the look of the fresh hare she selected. He sniffed at it, identifying the scent of their half-brother. This was one of the hares Ensio had hunted. While Veteran had been learning to group-hunt herd animals with the Moonglow wolves, it seemed Ensio had been teaching himself to hunt small game. 

After they picked out their meal, he pointed up to the big dipper, which had emerged above the horizon line. His paw traced the seven-star pattern, easily the most recognizable constellation in the sky. "Northerners see a caribou there," he told her. He pointed to the long stem. "There's the head, and neck.." Next the four stars that created a box. "..And that's the body. If we trace the line between the underbelly and the tail... it points us to the north star."  Veteran's paw was left pointing triumphantly at the north star, which was a wolf's best tool for navigation at night. 

He smiled at his sister before deftly turning them west, toward their special stargazing spot. They could take the rabbit to their spot to sit and eat, and to tell stories.