He was unsure of his direction. With the howls behind him and beside him Tah dragged the dead meat through the dark trees. He put his head high and looked to the stars trying to find his direction. They answered. In the flash of light that streaked across the sky Tah saw a star fall. He quickly took hold of his drag behind and tramped with new determination and direction right toward the spark that fell between the trees ahead of him. 

His stars guided him. But what he found when he reached the direction the skies gave made him stop in his tracks. It wasn’t just a simple light shining him to his fire. No. No it was much more. The star actually fell and it lay there. He stared. It was a body unlike any Tah had ever seen and it was on the ground not far from his covered fire.

Tah pulled his dagger out. He took one step but then shook his head. It was his star why would he wish to cut it? He put his dagger back into the bone cover. Slowly he stepped toward the fallen star. The trip must have injured it because it was easy to see the wound. The breaths were short and labored. He very slowly very casually one a fraction of an inch at a time put his hand out to touch the stars face. 

It had a face. A pure, radiant, unblemished smooth face with eyes closed. Tah let the very tips of his fingers touch the cheek to make sure it was real. He felt the skin and jumped back. The star was cold. Not death cold but chilled.

Tah rocked on his heels and looked at her. It was a her. A she star. He pulled his drag behind close to the fire. He uncovered the coals and fed them the wood and dried branches he had collect to fuel the brightness and heat back. He then ran back to the fallen star. Carefully and yet so easily he picked her up and carried her to the now roaring fire. With great care he put her down near the heat and the flames. 

Even the wolves seemed to know to stay clear of the fire and the star. With retreating howls they ran over the hills away from the dead elk they had thought would be an easy meal. They echoed as they left. 

Tah was never a healer and did not know or try to repair something so magnificent as a star. Instead he poured sooth water, special water gathered at the old wells, from his medical skin and held it above her lips. He let just drips fall down onto those strange tinted lips. And he watched. With intense eyes he studied her face. He was sure he was looking at the face of a star.