Nyotamkia sighed as he rolled onto his back, gazing upwards at the starry night. It was late - the sun had since been swallowed by the land and the moon had risen in the sky, also giving rise to the thousands of pretty blinking stars. His mother had once told him he was named after the stars - he hadn't believed her, but he liked to think it might be true. His mother...Nyo sighed. He didn't like that he'd left her. He didn't like that he didn't see as much of his twin sister, either. But she had to learn to be independent, even with her disability. And he needed to find something to do with his life - Nyotamkia couldn't just go through each day with no purpose. He needed something to work towards, something to strive for. A goal to reach.
Staring upwards, he began the game he played most nights - seeing how many shapes he could trace in the stars. He was surprised by how the stars seemed to change their position every night. He'd always expected night to be like a light was switched on and then off, so nothing would be moved. But he'd quickly been proved wrong - the stars moved and twisted and turned. There was always one star, though, that shone brighter than all the rest. He'd always told Waka to look at that star, and think of him. Looking at it now, he was thinking of her.
The wild dog smiled. He missed his twin sister.
