Neverwinter Forest giant steps are what you take, walking on the moon

The fellow's response was somewhat amusing to Marruz. Who was he to say it held no viability, no substance? It could very well be true that the gods were a waggish band, if not facetious for all their importance.

He was about to respond when something caught his eye; the words dissolving like sugar upon his lips. A streak flit across the sky, spitting a stunted trail across the tarry palette. Marruz had only seen the phenomenon once before, and it had been just before he left for the Melonii — with his mother beside him.

The memory hurt him. But he was well aware the other wolf would have no recollection or understanding of the matter, so he remained outwardly impervious. Instead, he whispered, "That... That was a shooting star."

And, with mounting fervor, "It is said that the gods exile stars every now and then by trying to send them back to us. Stars can be individual guides, you know. They don't always mean the same things for everyone. For me, this is an omen for new beginnings."