It was a nice, clear evening turning to that of night. Dusk. Dusk was breaking soon! Adonis felt his heart swell, remembering that of his old namesake. He had awoken from The Dimming, the nap before dusk, and had left the rooty den to observe the sky.

It was a great night…a perfect night! The clouds from earlier in the day had slowly flowed away, now barely visible on the horizon. The sun was starting to set, the colors bright and brilliant in the cool air. The youth were old enough now to participate in the Glimmersing…a thing he had not been doing. He was not home at the Starwoven, where this was practiced every night. His job was to document Dawnbreak…but he was not forbidden to share his own culture!

Adonis took a deep breath. He remembered the evening with his old pack…with his mother, listening to the stories each night, weaving them into the stars. His heart ached happily in these memories, but…but he was here, with Euphemia and their children. If he could have both at the same time, he would, but in the end…he would choose this. With them! Maybe one day, one of them will go back to Starheart Hollow but…that is not today.

Today, they will see the stars at Dawnbreak, and create their own stories on the twinkles above.

Adonis lopes back over to the den and called within, ”Come, my little ones! The Dimming is behind us, and the stars have begun their watch. Tonight shall be your first Glimmersing! This one has long awaited sharing this night with you.” His voice was filled with excitement, pulling his head back to wait for his family amongst the moss and rocks.