and the stars will fall from heaven

It was unlike Pythia to ever be alone. Still young and unadjusted to the wild world around her, she usually had a sibling by her side to keep her from getting too lost. That night though, as the sun ducked down and the stars began to show, Pythia was feeling rather... lost. She wouldn't admit it, but the warmth of Modesty always felt more comfortable than the warmth of anyone else. Without the larger form of her mother, she couldn't fall asleep. Instead, she would try to track her down.

Unable to get very far without someone catching up, Modesty's own jackalope hopped along by her side, nudging her shoulder to aim her in the right direction. Slowly she ambled through the ravine and the moor until the stark scent of her brothers and mother made her tail wag. She is about to call out, but hears the hushed tone of her brother, Corsair, requesting to hear the story of the star bears.

With her curiosity piqued, Pythia lowers to her belly, curled tail flagged high, scoot forward until she is nestled between any of the boys that will give her room. Her slightly folded ears perk up, listening to the quiet lull of Modesty's voice as she regals the story of the hunters and the wolves up in the stars. Stars she'll never get to see...

"Does this mean that one day we could be stars too?" Pythia asks quietly, her foggy blue eyes turned up to the darkness that she hopes is the sky.

"speech"