Rising Sun Valley Follow your heart

@Silvermane

FitzDutiful had been watching the skies. Lately he had found a fascination with the pattern of the stars and the stories they seemed to tell him. It appeared, to him, that there was an arrow in the sky pointing a direction and, after much deliberation and with pack approval, FitzDutfiful had decided to follow.

All day he had walked in the direction of the arrow, confirming that night that it was still present, and had walked for another day until he entered a valley. That night the arrow seemed to have dissipated in the sky, the stars no longer aligned and he made camp for the night unsure of what to do now.

The next day, he wandered around the valley looking for whatever the sign had called him toward.