Redhawk Caldera nightshine

Mama named the stars, and Boris gazed starward in wonder. She knew, because she wondered, too. Wondered, watched, listened, and learned.

He guessed at animals — a bunny? A frog? A wolf like themselves? — and mama pointed out the ones they guessed right. She knew so much! He could not remember everything tonight, but Boris yearned to know and remember like mama did. To know the names of the heavens like he knew each packmates. To listen to the night like mama did.

To listen, and to know, the stories of the stars.