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

Twig was far craftier than he could ever imagine being, so he wasn't completely oblivious when he saw Álarr doing something by the fire, even if he wasn't completely sure what exactly he was doing. In his younger years, he likely wouldn't have paid much mind to something like this but now that he was older he found himself more intrigued by things he knew little about. No doubt that was just a sign of getting older, he supposed. "Thanks," he rumbled, glad for some company. Though he was beyond content with Twig at his side, they'd both grown lonely living alone. The security of being surrounded by a pack was definitely something they both found themselves missing.

"Corvus Destruction. The name Imperialis sounds familiar," he mused out loud. He'd met so many wolves, so he wasn't sure where he'd heard the name from exactly, just that he had heard it before. "My wife and I joined Avalon not long ago. We were members of Abaven before it disbanded." The way his voice wavered slightly made it clear that wasn't his favorite topic, but he wouldn't shy away from it either.