Who Flies?

With the night in tow and the stars growing brightness, Astra traveled with a skip in their step. The tundra had always been a favorite, for the night sky danced with colors akin yet different from their own. The north still seemed quiet compared to other regions. It was a shame that the barren beauty had not been shared with more, but there was still time; those that had found their way here did not escape their gaze.

Northern lights danced around mountain peaks, carried by cosmic winds that pushed and pulled the lines like strokes. They too would fall in with Astra's dance, prancing from star to star almost as if they guided their paws. A silent chuckle thrummed in their throat, a sound only the stars would hear as they jumped through the ribbons of light.

To those below, their pelt might not be as eye-catching as it would be in the other regions. After all, they already had nightly light shows, but to those who feast their eyes on the sky above, they would notice the change in the stars as the great wolf's form took shape and dashed and played with vibrant colors. 

No matter how many years they lived, the northern lights could always make them feel like a child once more. Alas, they could not stay, so with a final jump through the lights they ran. Once more Astra melded with the sky and set their sights on the great plains.

— written by Aso

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