....It was a beautiful night. Not a cloud in sight, and stars everywhere. Perfect for stargazing, one of your hobbies. So you set out, grab your winter coverings and head out into the cold negatives of frosted grass, your breath puffing like cigarette smoke as you try to find the perfect spot. And there it was... pull out the stand legs, prop the telescope, take a sip of your thermos-protected hot chocolate, and watch the bright lights bedazzle you.... Whoa- Hey, that's a shooting star! Better make a wish.... no wait... it's... heading towards you. You dive out of the way as the impact shatters the air around this 'star.' But what you find in the crater is something way different than anything you'd expect... an angel. Me. A fluffy, silver wolf, unconscious, with a small white star-cluster on my left cheek... wings folded, halo shattered in two, clothes tattered from the impact, showing off my smooth, furred and tempting curves...