Redhawk Caldera flintstar

If the stars could hum, he would have to listen for them, though he wasn't sure he would be nearly as perceptive as his mate to such subtle beauty. He studied her for a moment, watching her unwind like a rose blossom spreading its petals when her interests were nurtured. 

"Let's go starwatching, then," He suggested. "I may need for you to translate what they say...But I'd love to go listen to them, with you," He said. He was well aware that quiet nights would soon be a thing of the past- replaced by little snores and cries and laughter, so it seemed best to take advantage of what little time they had left.