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He hadn’t meant to stay out so late, but he’d gotten lost in his thoughts, staring out over the lake. So much had changed, just in the last few weeks… He could hardly believe he was the same wolf who had come back to Fallen Tree Cove asking for a second chance. For the first time in his memory, he was content. Not just content, happy. He seemed to have formed a habit of making things worse by trying to help, but when it came down to it… He loved it here. It was a hard-won ataraxia.
Still, there was one more thing Tagg had to do before he could be truly happy. He was just waiting for the right moment.
When he’d realized how late it had gotten, the scarred man had sighed and stretched, turning to go back to the den. As he reached the surrounding area, he paused and looked up for one last glance at the stars for the night. What he saw instead took his breath away.
Brilliant shades of green, blue, and violet danced across the sky, filling the heavens with their performance. The veteran had heard of such displays before, but had never been lucky enough to see one. He scuttled into the pack den and prodded Moon awake. “Moon! Moon, you have to come see this!” He whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else.
Not waiting for her to wake up all the way, he turned and bolted back outside, not wanting to miss the opportunity. He stood there, staring into the sky, marveling at the beauty he was witnessing.
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