Stavanger Bay if you've got nothing nice to say

Charon seemed to know for certain that their mother had become a star, and although she didn't really understand how that could be, Liyaní took comfort in that notion. It felt good to know that Julooke was somewhere up above looking down on her little broken family. She said nothing more on the subject and simply bobbed her tiny head in agreement. Her gaze lifted towards the heavens once more in hopes of deciphering which of the stars was their mother, but she had no success.

Her teeny ears perked up with interest at Charon's question. For the first time in what seemed like eternity, enthusiasm seeped into her eyes. "Yeah," she said in return, beaming encouragingly at her brother. "Gots be 'iet, doe," she told him in hushed tones. Their caretakers probably wouldn't like the two youngsters wandering through the pack lands unsupervised; they were still too young to be out and about on their own. Liyaní stared at her sibling, waiting to see if he was willing to be the leader of their little escapade.