The Heartwood All the debts I owe

Starsea was a beautiful name and made Lele think of all the late nights she had stayed up to observe the starry sky above her. No matter, how far and where her little family had travelled, the stars and the moon had always been the same. In a life of perpetual move and change, this was the one constant thing she could rely on. Now that her home had become permanent, she had not looked up much. 

She noted to herself to do it this evening, if the clouds receded and let the moon shine through. For the old time's sake. "In what way are they similar to your people?" she asked, wondering, if all people - wolves - weren't more or less the same in the world? Four legs, triangular head, a set of face and a tail? She smiled at the inside joke.