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Slavik smiled as she said that she could only find four constellations. Glad to know they were in the same boat! He looked down at his feet for a moment, he’d forgotten about the cold snow he’d walked through for a moment, distracted by her twisting tales, but it came back to him with the one glance. The Moonspear called out to him, a voice on the wind telling him to return but he ignored it. No, as long as his friend had another story in mind he was here to listen. Not even the promise of his warm den could bring him away now.

I’ll ask Charon about it then, I have to find him and tell him my name isn’t Satin anyway so that might be a good time. Wraen then shared with him one of the four constellations she knew, Orion the hunter. Now hunting was Slavik’s thing, so this was certainly a story he’d like to hear, Hu uh, sounds like a cool guy though, he said as an invitation for her to continue.