The Sunspire night owl

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It is, we are lucky that we have a plentiful mountain with a good view all in one, she chuffed softly. Well, it had been plentiful for as long as she had known it. Time would only tell what the winter would offer, but she had a feeling that no amount of seasonal harshness could take away their view of the skies at least.

And, she was pleased to have Vienna's support in this notion of singing to and for the moon. Now that the Sunspire was, for all intents and purposes, hers to shape and guide, she wondered of what kinds of traditions she may put into place during her time here -- if any would last beyond her even. She was learning as she went of course, with Ferdie's foundation clear, her birthpack to utilize as a guide, and her own interests to supplement, the possibilities were certainly plentiful.

I wonder as well. It has such a pull on so many things, and yet, is entirely unseen.. All she saw was the influence, its effect, and felt it deep in her bones despite it not being as obvious as, for example, the sun. I think it is curious how some seem to feel it more than others too, but then again, such is the same with all of nature, she peered thoughtfully skyward. She had seen many differences among fellow wolves and had been curious if prey-type beasts were the same -- she reasoned they were in their own way.