It's utterly beautiful. The stars are bright enough to read signs by, sometimes a book. For a moment, as you two trudge away from camp, away from man's fire, the world seems to hold its breath and there's not a sound from living beast, just the whisper of the water and the slightest crackle of the campfire. The whole of the sky's majestic tapestry is open to you.
For all Sparks' wonders, they can't hold a candle to the stars. The moment passes and it feels like it's just the two of you against the world, against the wolves.
What do you do?