Redhawk Caldera nightshine

Boldly, Bronte trotted by the heels of her parents. Leading the way, right alongside her cheeky sibling, Ponyboy. She had not forgotten about the terrible night when the owl descended on them, but that didn't hold her back. Unlike Boris who cowered, she marched on but kept a sharp eye to the sky. Largely disinterested in the stars, o alert for anything vaguely resembling a pair of feathered wings.

When she was satisfied the coast was clear, she dropped her eyes back to ground level. Wolves emerged from every direction, gathering in the clearing. Her tail wagged furiously, but she stayed in place. That is, until Ponyboy went up to Eljay. Grinning impishly, she joined him. "I'll show yah how ta do a somersault!" 

And then she pounced. Like a mini mountain lion colliding with their prey, she tackled her golden brother. They flipped over one another, head over heels in a flailing tangle of paws and teeth. With an "oof" she landed on her back, giggling hilariously. She could have cared less about the disruption she may have caused. Or the stars. 

That is until she opened her eyes and saw something. One, was not quite like the rest. Bigger. Closer. A burnt orange-red. "Heeyy...wha's that one?" She waved a paw at it. The planet Mars, twinkling like an ember in the blackness.