The night sky of the plains were perfect that night. At least, in Wenopa's humble opinion. The sky was clear of all but a few whispy clouds, the moon in a beautiful grin, still bright in the sky, but dark enough to allow him to see the stars framing it.
It was perfect weather for gazing up at the stars and doing a little bit of astrology, his head dipped upwards towards the skies, keeping his glowing antlers out of his field of vision, his equally glowing hooves tucked underneath himself to prevent it from ruining his viewing experience, lost in the night sky, oblivious to the quiet world around him.
