Addy tilted back her head to take in the patches of sky visible above their heads, the rain momentarily forgotten despite the incessant pattering all over. It pecked at her eyes and forced her to look away again. There had only been darkness anyway, clouds obscuring the celestial speckling Miriam spoke of. She would need to observe them the next time night came with a clear sky, and match what she saw with memories of this conversation now.
She gave herself a shake, adding to the dousing of everything else with the spray of water coming loose from her fur. It stuck out in clumps all around, but the moment she stopped the rain began its diligent work flattening every strand back down.
"So they're like birds then?"
Her head tilted from one direction to the other now. She and her father were nocturnal too, why did she never see anything else up there? Perhaps they were too small and too high up, like how insects seemed to vanish into the sky? Didn't they ever need to land then, to eat and drink and for their daylight slumbers?