Heron Lake Plateau super blood wolf moon

A little slow on this one! Reference article.
~11:00pm EST Sunday evening. (-66 hours)

Something about the moon tonight was different in a way that Phox couldn't quite put into words. He could have blamed it on his budding (more like fully bloomed) relationship with Camilla, but he had the strongest urge to stay up well past his usual bedtime. He was restless, pacing outside the thicket (was @Towhee still sleeping there?) with his neck angled up so he could watch the large white orb in the sky. It made his belly itch, and not in the way that it did when he was around Camilla and/or Towhee. No, this was something different.

The feeling grew deeper, itchier, until finally Phox noticed it. The smallest amount of orangey red to one side of the moon. He couldn't remember what this particular event was called, or if he had ever seen one, but he had heard about it before. The moon would turn the color of blood. Phox couldn't even remember if it was a good, bad, or neutral omen. Before he could help himself, Phox was howling his goddamn lungs out.