Why are there stars?

Ray of course knew nothing of the troubles going on in Astrea's mind. Her own where of course more pressing and immediate then anyone else's. It didn't help that she hadn't yet discovered that others felt discontentment also. No, instead she would pull her gaze from the stars and make a face at this dark shaded Auntie. “Just Ray” she clarified, keeping her voice quiet. She only used her big, full name when she was trying to make a point or look all important. In doing so, her full name sounded stuffy and uncomfortable.

The Auntie told her she was a star wolf, one who liked to stay up all night. Perhaps getting to know this Auntie would be good. If she was awake at night anyway, then when Ray couldn't sleep they could watch the stars together. Her lips twitched as she considered this, and she almost missed another important tidbit her Auntie's words explained. “Ohh... Astrea, the Star Dreamer” she sounded a little like she was reciting, but what could one expect? She had more auntie's and uncles then she had room in her brain to remember! If this wolf was Astrea, if made sense that she couldn't sleep, a question posed to the girl a moment later. The little one shrugged, and sighed. “I don't like sleeping in one big lot. I like lots of little sleeps, and doing things. Sitting still and pretending to sleep when I know I'm not isn't fun” she explained gently. Of course, she would have no idea that she was as restless as the Northern Wind.