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

Álarr nodded at Corvus' words about change. It was ever constant and while he knew it was an important part of life he couldn't help but wish it would slow its pace. Corvus stated that he'd know Rhythm and that she was the grandmother of his cousin Theory. It was a small world indeed. Álarr nodded. "So it would seem! I'm glad to meet someone else who knew her. Since the disbanding of my previous pack I've been feeling…" His tongue paused on the tip of his canine teeth and he shook his head for a moment. "The word I desire escapes me. Disconnected, perhaps. My whole life I've always been surrounded by my family. It is strange to be part of pack without them."