Heron Lake Plateau journey through stellar life

Phox had continued to search for any sign of Camilla nearby. She had escaped her captors once before, and he knew she could do it again. His sleeping schedule had been thrown all off-course since the fight with the wretched beast that had taken her. He often found himself waking in the middle of the night (as he did now), and quietly shuffling out from beside Towhee, stepping into the cold shivering. Phox's mind was elsewhere yet again tonight, and although he had stayed beside Towhee as long as he could, his racing mind led him astray yet again.

The dark, cold sky above looked down on him, and he stared right back up at it, standing on the ridge of the plateau. The moon was just a sliver of what it could be, and he was fairly certain it would be a new moon in a few days' time. His eyes lingered on Taurus, then to Gemini, then on to the big and little dippers. Pisces was there, too.