She is cold, I am sure, as she comes in closer to my pelt. There is always an advantage to staying close, to stay together on a night such as this. Yes, there is the den to harbor our warmth, and yet this is a sign that we need not a den. We can survive without it, thrive anywhere as long as we remain together and as family.

She takes a moment to absorb my words. I know she listens, and listens well. She is the kind to hear, and the kind who also needs no words at all. They are supplementary indeed in many cases, but now she knows the true depths of my contemplation on this night. I do indeed wonder what she thinks on this night, but I know she will tell me if she so chooses. If not, I shall simply enjoy the sound of the ocean and her delicate scent dancing among the salt in the wind.

She speaks, her face coming closer into my fur. I note her disagreement, her words only further explaining how she feels, her own explanation of this strange universe unfolding into my own my through her very words. I listen, yes, however I find that there seems to be something missing, something unknown even from her view of the mystery.

"How does it sleep, when it does not rise in the same place? Do we not sleep and wake in the same spot? What does the sun do, when it falls? Why can we not follow it?" he asks as his head turns away from his sister, violet and blue eyes narrowed in intense thought. Perhaps he was not questioning her, more simply questioning for the sake of questioning. He is losing himself in thought, in the dim lit sparkles in the dark sky before him. He was not to sleep this night, no, for his mind...was too full to rest.