Northstar Vale a star fell from the sky

Although Whim wasn't totally decided on staying in the area just yet, he'd settle for the moment and give himself some time off from traveling. He encountered neither conflict nor ill-word from anyone yet, so it seemed like a peaceful and friendly enough space to make his home for the time being. As he mentally mapped the geography of the reason, he'd found the vale to be particularly amenable to him. During the day, the mountains that encased it prevented the worst of summer's heat from hitting him, and at night it was even cooler, which suited him nicely.

He'd been about to settle down to sleep when he realised he wasn't at all tired — travel was a constant in his life, but it left his mind feeling as restless as his paws. He always found that after moving for days on end, he could neither coax himself to eat or sleep, his mind and body busy with other things; it took him a few days to settle enough to settle, which was a large part of the reason he was taking a break. He was a large, strong wolf, but he needed time to recuperate.

He stood instead of sleeping and began to move through the vale somewhat quickly, picking his way through the trees and the underbrush until he came to a clearing where he could see through the trees and then further still, through a crack between two mountains and to the stars that swirled in the distance, and followed them up above him with his eyes until he dropped to his haunches and just sat in silence, admiring the stars overhead. He'd been told a bit about them when he was younger, but Whim didn't remember terribly much, and he sat considering what knowledge he did or did not have, unconscious to the other wolf laying quite nearby.