Stavanger Bay all the stars in the sky

I know we have another thread going already, but this has been too lonely for too long B)

Alone as he was, Aesop found himself often wandering the shores and reaching back, recalling younger days and warmer nights. And he found himself swept up by the ebb and flow of nostalgia, the sentimentality of the elderly. A hallmark of the aging, he thought, and so he allowed himself his reveries. More and more he thought of the stars, the warm summer air and a warmer body beside him, laying closer than was appropriate for wolves of such polite families. Thus he used to spend his evenings, with the stars and the planets and the heady haze of growing affections.

These days he remembered fondly, and so he was not pleased to be drawn from his thoughts by Charon's shouting. He huffed, wondering who Charon could possibly be shouting at (first he thought of Atreyu, and dreaded another such confrontation) at this hour. Still, he remembered Charon's interest in the stars, and wondered if this had anything to do with it. So he loped up the sand, barking to catch Charon's attention before he drew near, stopping an appropriate distance away. "Who're you talkin' to?" he asked, glancing around at the empty beach.