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

Álarr set a bowl of water neear the fire to warm up and in the mean time he worked on mashing the juniper berries with his trusty deer femur pestle. Brynhildr nestled close to him, her white feathers blending with his snowy fur. Truth be told Álarr didn't feel nearly as prepared for this winter as he'd like to be. He'd only just started feeling settled and had barely gotten time to gather and preserve herbs for the winter. At least he was already familiar with these lands so it didn't take him as long to find what he was looking for.

Álarr looked up as an earthen man approached and greeted him, asking if he'd mind company. "Not at all, please sit." The man seemed familiar but Álarr could not remember if they'd ever met so he opted just to introduce himself. "My name is Álarr Imperialis, a healer here. What of you?"