Redhawk Caldera Ain't no man

Howl at the moon w/me.

Ever since @Sassafras had taught him about constellations, Phox had made it a point to look up at the sky every night. It wasn't always clear, of course, but more often than not, he had started to recognize certain patterns in the world above. Not only that, but he could have sworn the days were getting longer and the nights shorter. He had also noticed that the moon wasn't the same every night. The change was gradual, but it got bigger, smaller, and had gotten big all over again. It was fascinating stuff.

Twilight had turned the skies darker and darker until only the moon was shining down on them. (And what a moon it was!) In fact, it was so pretty that without really thinking about why he was doing it, Fidget began to howl at the big white orb in the sky.