No Poetry but the Stars

Asmul saw the world brighten before him, the moonlight gracing the stranger’s fur, turning her blue and giving her an ethereal glow. She thanked him, quietly, shyly, before offering her name. Ragnheithr. Rags. He rather liked the sound of her full name— it reminded him a bit of home. She had offered a nickname as well, but it sounded... cruel, almost. He could see she had a good heart. She was far more than just tattered rags. She deserved her full name to be spoken.
”Asmul.” He bowed his head. ”Nice to meet you, Ragnheithr,” Asmul murmured, though the female went on speaking. He wasn’t sure if she’d heard him, but that was quite alright. He listened to what she went on to say: yes, the stars were stunning tonight, and the moon even more so. He hoped one day she would see the lights, the vibrant green foxtails that swept across the sky, someday. She would like that, he was sure. Her next sentence jolted Asmul a bit. He hadn’t given much thought to finding a pack. He probably should find one to join. As much as he liked this peace, this heavy quiet, he was a pack wolf at heart. In fact, joining one would probably make him... a bit happier. ”No, I haven’t found a pack yet. I thought I caught a faint scent near the Marbled Wash, when I was over there not so long ago, but it was a bit warm for my tastes that day, so I didn’t go any farther than the Wash,” He said. ”That was back towards the very beginnings of fall, though. Perhaps as Winter sets in I will visit and see what they’re like.”
He sat for a moment, listening to the waves during the pause between his and Ragnheithr’s words. A gleam caught the corner of his eye: the tower for which the area was named glittered in the moonlight. Something about it drew his interest... it seemed almost to be a beacon, a light flaring towards the sky. He felt a strange pull towards it.
Asmul turned his head back to Ragnheithr. “What do you say we head towards the tower? I’ve spent a few days up here, at the Point, but haven’t really seen it up close,” he murmured. The sound of the waves was nice; he could sit here beneath the stars and listen to it forever, but something in him wanted to see the tower. He didn’t doubt Ragnheithr’s ability to make it there— she may not necessarily travel fast, but that was alright. They had all the time in the world.