Stars, brilliant, burning dancing, laughing before her. How she danced with them, her slender body twisting and turning as they moved around her in their endless rotation as if she were the one of them. Within the den, twined around the somewhat similarly dark form of her brother Tzadkiel her small paws twitched, lips pulling back at the corners in a smile content as she was in her day dreams. She and her siblings had grown and changed quickly, none of them the helpless balls of fur but adventurous and playful pups. Pups that still required naps however, which with such wonderful dreams Astraea never minded until she noticed her family was no longer curled around her in the most comforting of blankets.

Her slender head rose, her dual-hued eyes blinking blearily against the sunlight that streamed through the opening of the den. Immediately she heard the laughter of her siblings outside, her ears, large for her size, pricking forward even as her jaws widened in a gaping yawn. In a flash she’s on her paws and making for the outside as fast as her legs can carry her. Once out in the sunlight she gives a quick shake, watching the wonderfully thick evening sunlight flit through the trees until she sees her sister and brothers playing under the trees. Her dark face breaks into a grin, crinkling her eyes as she takes off excitedly, skidding a bit on the forest floor before she gets enough traction to race toward them.

Though her paws are small and her legs slender she isn’t graceful, yet. Her feet easily become tangled her stride is ungainly but she makes it to them without any care of this for they are her family and any time with them is wonderful. While Asariel and Vortigern dance in the lights she stops first at the stump where Tzadkiel has lain so uninhibited. It appears they are all in fine moods today! She smiles at his words, though more serious than the rest of them he was always included. She places her front paws on the rough bark of the stump, leaning forward just enough to place a quick lick on his muzzle where it dangles over the side. “Gotcha Tzad!” she calls while dancing back playfully, throwing him a wink before dancing into the arena covered with splotches of light.

All together their laugher rings like music under the watchful eyes of their forest home. Astraea leaps beside her brother, dancing under the lights and listening to her sister name them off. “Do you think this is where stars go during the day?” she called out, musing more to herself but always wanting to know what her siblings might think. “And then at night they are all reunited in the sky!” Her bright, juvenile voice ends almost in a sigh, she thought it very romantic that they all might be reunited again no matter what happened in the day.