stop mooning me

The boys nose wrinkled at the question asked. He wasn't too fond of speaking up in front of others, but this lot seemed alright. He just hoped they wouldn't laugh at him. "Them one's is Crux," he tipped his nose to a series of stars that made a cross. They weren't ones you could spot from home, but he had seen them drawn in the sand before, "an' that's the big bear, it'll help you find the north star..." If he squinted just a little, he could almost make out it's big ol' paws. "An' theres the wolf, with his rainbow heart." They probably weren't much use for navigating, but he liked to think they'd look out for him, if he needed it.

Now he had said his piece about the skies, he turned his attention back to ground. What was that thing with big bones coming out it's face? He wondered what it would have looked like alive.