Tthey’re not stars, they're holes poked into the top of a container so we can breathe

The older he got, the harder he found it to really settle in somewhere new. Not that he'd had much practice doing that. So far Avalon was a perfectly fine place to settle, though truthfully as long as he was with Twig he had no doubt he'd make wherever they ended up feel like home. Today he simply felt grateful to be alive and well, no matter where he was, though a short stroll across the Range helped him feel reinvigorated once again.

Night would soon be upon them and he'd return to the den he and Twig shared, but there was a sliver of daylight left he intended to enjoy. It seemed he wasn't the only one who had such a thing in mind though, as a mostly-cream colored male came into his view. Whatever he was doing, Corvus wasn't quite sure, but he was eager to get to know his packmates now that he'd begun to settle in. A gentle smile touched his lips as he approached, making no effort to conceal the sounds of his pawsteps. "Evening," he rumbled softly. "Mind some company?" Small talk had never been his strength, but he always found a way to be friendly and personable to his peers anyway.