Holding stars

The night had arrived to the lands of boreas, and the last rays of the sun slowly disappeared into the horizon, bringing darkness to the territory. It seemed to be a quiet night, where no sound apart from the wind could be heard at this moment. There a young pup explored the nearby lands of a will forest, she was around 3 months of age. And as usual for someone her age she didn't mind wandering out here with the night now upon her head. It seemed she was a stray pup, whose parents weren't anywhere. Nova had always been a brave pup, too brave for her own good. She walked and walked until she reached a pond. Slowly she knelt to drink.

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