Astrea had heard of this place. She had wanted to come in the spring but forgot until the change the season changed. She hoped she was not too late, it was indeed still early summer, maybe one last tree was in bloom. She wondered looking at the trees. Many had indeed already leafed there heart shaped leaves but not all, the rest still sported the lovely pink flowers. She wanted to dance about between the trees, the mix of pinks and greens where amazing and lovely, if only Seerten was here, he some how made every experience better. But for whatever reason she could not locate the tall spotted boy so she made her way here.
She moved though the trees her pale eyes taking in the lovely sight. But soon stopped as she saw a very familiar sight. No she did not know this wolf, but she knew his pelt. She looked at the likes every night, her eyes forever tracing the beings that called to her every night, unable to look away until day claimed the sky again and freed her from majority of the compulsion to look up.
Stars, his pelt was stars, a swirls of reds and blues and purples, more varied then her own. He was a lovely creature, stars swirling even on his face. Astrea looked down, her pale eyes tracing her own stars. They where lovely too but stuck in one color, much different to his.
She moved forward as if in a trance, but stopped before she got to close to him, her pale eyes still tracing his starry pelt. Her eyes glaze over, as she retreats into her mind. She was not the only wolf blessed by the stars? How many more where there? Did the stars call to them too? She wanted to know, she wanted to ask but was unsure how to even breach the subject to a wolf she just meet, so instead she called, "Hello?"
