Written in the stars

Alaric had migrated with his cane corsos from the now freezing Auster to the warm southern main continent. He reached the rocky terrain around nightfall, the skin had just sat and the sky was full of stars. Alaric moved carefully along the rocky terrain towards a flatter surface on top of a hill. On this natural perch, was a nice clear view of the sky and surrounding area. He stood, his head cocked upwards towards the sky as he drank in the memories of childhood stories about the night sky. How the constellations were formed, their stories. Simpler times. Peaceful times. Maul and Cinder sat down next to each other and watched the night sky next to their companion.