Northstar Vale pomodoro break

Phox gazed at the sky with his one good eye, taking in the twinkling lights and remembering some long ago story about how each one was a wolf passed on from this life and onto the next. That made him smile sadly, thinking of Leona, of Primrose, of Camilla and Niamh. Even his own parents, whom he'd never met, were up there somewhere. It was a comforting thought, to some degree, and he hoped that there was some truth to it.