Redhawk Caldera Strange are the stars.

The night sky was beautiful at this time of the evening, Mikael reflected, as he walked up the mountainous caldera ridge, paying little attention to the ground as his eyes were trained heavenward. The moon was almost full, and only a thin smattering of clouds drifted across the lapis lazuli sky.

But down in the depths of the dusky darkness, he could see the faint smattering of peppered white fur and he grinned, knowing to whom such a coat belonged to. He picked up his meandering pace and made his way down, a soft smile growing across his face. The juxtaposed wolf had grown on him, her way of joking and humour was just too funny at times. He sat a few paces away, smiling happily and he whuffled gently to alert her to his position.

"Hey @Tempest. You asking for a belly tickle or something?"