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Time was passing slowly as the male started to chart where the stars where located that night. It was a long process, but it was something that the silver male knew that he could use to understand the shifting in times, and maybe one day if he ever has a littler of pups he could pass down the knowledge of the stars and the stories behdie him, the silver male had been seeing pictures of things with in the stars, the male wanted to know more, he knew he was going to have to make the sad long trip back to the Valley’s old lands and go to the library and find some books on stars and the stories that these shapes told. Oh, but then again he would have to find a female that loved him and would stick around long enough to have a litter of pups with him, and that seemed not so likely to have happened.
Making another mark in his leather bound old book the male looked down to the book, flipping the pages, looking to where the stars where the night before as to where they were now. The male looked a bit confused as he flipped through the pages, strange to see the movements, ever so slight as it was they were still changes and shift. The silver male flipped back to an older page and located a star on the paper then looked up to the sky, to find the placement as he found it, lifting up and pulling the pencil out of his mouth the male jotted it down in the book where it was.
Hearing the voice of the stranger the male shook his head, he was off in his own little world once again, and the male looked over to the brown mottle sable male, with a nod. ”It is. “ The silver beast was always one with very little words. ”Noah” He spoke softly as if he was in fear of waking a sleeping babe up.