Togaz

You lie down next to the young wolf, fanned by a light breeze. Togaz casts his gaze from your eyes to the stars hanging above your head like a celestial mound. How many paths are there? How many of our ancestors live in these stars? Thoughts creep into your head on their own - slippery and enchanting, slightly breathtaking, if you give them free rein to develop. Finally, the silence is broken by the black-furred hunter himself, tearing you out of the light veil of imagination.

"I love moments like these. Well... When you can come and look at the night sky. It's charming. Isn't it?" - Togaz looks at you again with a relaxed, smiling face, looks for approval with a glance, and then raises his gaze again to the sky.