Redhawk Caldera do not talk to me of dragon fire

the desire to let out a dramatically theatrical gasp as jay states that they are just dots is strong, but roswell refrains. stargazing wasn't for everyone, but roswell wasn't quite ready to count his little brother out, despite the skepticism he was greeted with.

sure i can! roswell announces with gusto. they all have stories to tell. some wolves even believe stars are the souls of our ancestors. but he wasn't one such wolf. at any rate, he was content finding shapes and recounting their stories ...be it to others or himself. you can also navigate using them. their positions shift with the seasons.

see that bright star there? roswell gestures with his muzzle. that's the northstar. polaris. if you're ever lost, look for it and it'll guide you home. or, at least, to safety. roswell explains patiently, peering over at jay to gauge the younger male's reaction to hearing a more practical use for the stars.